One wintry afternoon, our hero was enjoying a breeze upon his face and the soft ground beneath his feet when he heard the whisper…his body tensed as he froze and listened carefully.
“Naptime” it hissed…and he almost believed that he had imagined the words.
“Time to go inside…” he heard slither smoothly along the wind and he clenched his fists in preparation for battle.
Muscles taut with anticipation he turned quickly to his right, certain that the whirl of danger had come from that direction.
He sniffed the air and waited.
From around the other side of the house the enemy slipped up almost undetected.
“C’mon little buddy….you need your rest” he felt breathed directly into his face.
He lifted his arm in anticipation of the first blow, quickly pivoted his hips and turned to face the challenge head-on
He had faced this opponent before. He knew that the battle was fierce and a quiver of doubt crept up his spine when he silently reminded himself that his foe was enormous, smelling of Pantene shampoo and coffee-breathed kisses…arms longer than any he had ever seen before.
His adversary rarely fought fair, attacking with a beguiling smile, a warm blanket and a soft kiss to his forehead as he found himself lowered to the mattress….the battle forfeited to a soft lullaby but hardly defeated forever.
Our brave hero vowed to never stop fighting his nemesis…no matter the cost.
He raised his hands to prepare for today’s trial…and planted his feet.
“Not today, naptime, not today” he said silently.
With every ounce of effort his 20-month old form could muster he struck out quickly.
The Naptime Rascal felt the full brunt of energy from Corrigan’s blow and was instantly cuffed from the air… its power deflated in one smooth motion.
Our hero stood briefly above his foe’s limp form…drew no satisfaction from its defeat but was emboldened by this rare win…he gathered strength from the moment, determined to fight just as hard again tomorrow…when once again this contestant of sleep came calling his name.
Drawing back his shoulders he stood tall and turned quickly away…the late-afternoon sun warming his back as he moved onward to other adventures.
Today he could count victorious.