Settle into sofa, blankets and pillows adjusted just so
Cat hops on lap, kerplops on side and gazes into your eyes
Pet cat. Cat lulled to sleep.
Notice the quiet and stillness of home, refrigerator gently humming in the background
Birds chirping outside the windows
Voices of people conversing down the street
Crack open a book, relishing the time to finish reading the final chapters
Nod off. Nap.
Wake refreshed.
A Sunday afternoon well spent.
Wordsmithing 
Agreed, that’s a well spent afternoon. Your poem reminds me how satisfying naps are, especially the unexpected ones.
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I love to spend a Sunday just like you described, but it does not happen that often. Thanks for reminding me of what I have been missing.
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This DOES sound like an afternoon well spent!
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