The cost of living has gotten so high, I’m thinking about having a nap for dinner.

No longer chasing dreams. If they want me, they know where I nap.

The internal struggle between wanting to be productive and just wanting to nap all day.

Contrary to what we currently believe, we don’t choose afternoon naps. Afternoon naps choose us.

Never underestimate my ability to fall asleep in a moving vehicle.

People say “go big or go home” like going home is a bad thing. Heck yeah, I want to go home, and I’ll have a nap when I get there.

There’s nothing more satisfying than the little nap you have after hitting snooze on your alarm.

You know the nap is good when it left you marks.

I want time to sit and read, take a nap and snack. Basically, I want to be in Kindergarten.

You know you’re old when you you barely do anything all day, but still need a nap to continue doing barely anything.

That urge to nap between 3pm – 5pm is no joke.

My body is like an elastic band – no matter how I stretch it, it goes back to the nap position.

I wish I was a kid again so everyone would be proud of me for taking a long nap.

The only thing keeping me from world domination is a good nap.

The worst is when it’s too late to take a nap but too early to go to bed.

SomethΡ–ng wrong Ρ–n your lΡ–fe? There’s a nap for that.

There’s nothing that I hate more than a failed nap attempt.

At my age I don’t sleep, I nap between pee breaks.

It should be illegal to take a nap and still have a headache when you wake up. Like, I shut it off and back on again, why are you still here?

Naps are like gambling for the tired. You either wake up refreshed or too late to lots of angry texts.