Nap Trapped Quotes

Mealtime "A mousie squealing in a trap Woke me from my morning nap. Wasn't he so very sweet To tell me it was time to eat?" (From A CAT'S GARDEN OF VERSES)

May the wind rise under your wings, may the sun always be at your backs, and may you catch your prey napping. And, Wolf-Eyes, I hope that when you find the one who left your paws in his traps, you do not kill him too quickly. Both

If there is anything that makes me not want to have another baby, it is this essential conflict, this hatred of being trapped in laundry, bottles, schedules, tiny runny noses. But none of this is about you: I don’t wish you were never born, I don’t resent you, I don’t want to give you away. I just wish I could have a break longer than the hour or so that is your nap. I wish I could have my time back, my body back. I wish there was a better division of labor than Daddy when he has time and Mommy all day, all night.

Hendry sighed and changed the subject. “I had a dream today—” “Typically, one has them at night—” “—while napping in the graveyard.” Despite his charm and freckled nose, Hendry was still a Lowe. He had a little villain in him. The Lowe family graveyard was his favorite place, full of vague, unnerving epitaphs for those who’d died young—even excluding the tournament, their family had a surprisingly large amount of tragedy in its history. “In the dream, you really were a monster.” Alistair snorted and mashed the games buttons. “What did I look like?” “Oh, you looked the same.” “Then what made me a monster?” “You were collecting the spellrings of dead children and hiding them in your wardrobe, cackling about souls being trapped inside them.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Alistair said. “I’d do something like that now.

Well as long as you’re in the game, you should figure out your special ability.” “I don’t think I have a special ability.” “Sure you do! Every Wild Thing has a special ability. Like there’s one that can call down lightning, there’s one that has poison burps, one that does tornadoes.” “I don’t think I can do any of those things.” “Well, you can probably do something. You should try figuring it out. While you’re at it, maybe you could sneak into the cafeteria and let me know what’s for dessert today.” “I’m not doing that.” “Fine, but if you happen to see a Golden Hawkwadoodle…” “Just go to class.” Eric gave me a thumbs up and put his phone in his pocket. Then he looked back in my direction and waved his hand where he remembered my face being. “Man, this is cool!” Eric exclaimed as he turned to walk to class. Alone at last, I took a breath and looked around. Mr. Gregory had seen me get on the bus, so he’d probably be at the school soon. All I had to do was stay away from anyone playing Go Wild until then. In the meantime… I looked at my hands. Did I really have special powers? I squinted really hard and tried to shoot fire from my eyes like the snake. Nothing happened. I burped. Smelly but not poisonous. I pressed my finger against my palm like Spider-Man, got mad like the Hulk and clenched my fists like Wolverine. Zip, zero, nada. This was stupid. After being up for half the night, I needed a nap, not a superpower. I yawned and stretched my arms. SWOOOOOOOOOSH!

You look healthy,” Dev said. “If I did not know you were sporting the remains of a bullet wound, I would think you in the pink.” “Thank you.” Anna smiled. “I slept well last night.” For the first time in weeks, she truly had. “Well”—Val sat down and reached for the iced lemonade pitcher—“I did not sleep well. We need another thunderstorm.” “I wonder.” Anna’s eyes met Val’s. “Does Morgan still dread the thunderstorms?” “She does,” he replied, sitting back. “She figured out that the day your parents died, when she was trapped in the buggy accident, it stormed the entire afternoon. Her associations are still quite troubling, but her ears don’t physically hurt.” Dev and Anna exchanged a look of surprise, but Val was tucking into his steak. Dev turned his attention back to his plate. “Anna, are you ready to remove to the ducal mansion?” “As ready as I’ll be,” Anna replied, her steak suddenly losing its appeal. “Would you like me to cut that for you?” Dev asked, nodding at the meat on her plate. “I’ve pulled a shoulder now and then or landed funny from a frisky horse, and I know the oddest things can be uncomfortable.” “I just haven’t entirely regained my appetite,” Anna lied, eyeing the steak dubiously. “And I find I am tired, so perhaps you gentleman will excuse me while I catch a nap before we go?” She was gone before they were on their feet, leaving Dev and Val both frowning. “We offered to assist him in any way,” Dev said, picking up his glass. “I think this goes beyond even fraternal devotion.” “He’s doing what he thinks is right,” Val responded. “I have had quite enough of my front-row seat, Dev. Tragedy has never been my cup of tea.” “Nor farce mine.

I hated driving, so found this impressive. It’s soooo boring. And just when you get going, some asshat Statie pulls you over. Like there aren’t any murders and rapes going on, so they can nap under bridges and set speed traps for unwary vampires. Weak. “Dick. Remember? He’s Dick.” “I

Maybe take a nap when you’re done with work because you’re not going to get any sleep tonight.” She twisted her head around, her eyes sparking with mischief. “Promise?

As if he senses my internal war, he braces his forearms on the shower wall, trapping me in and demanding my full attention, his blue eyes dark in the haze of mist. “I want to come home to you every day and wake up to you every morning. I want your clothes in my closet and your body in my bed. I want to cook dinners with you and take Sunday naps with you. I want you to fill this place with whatever makes you happy, makes it ours.” He exhales a nervous breath. “Move in with me, Leah. Please.

AHHHHHHHH!” “NAP TIME’S OVER, MAGGOT!” The two eyes were attached to a snarling drill sergeant who seemed just like the most furious person ever. I tried backing away. “Look, I don’t… This is a big… OK, listen, if you just call my mom…” The drill sergeant did not seem interested in clearing things up with Mrs. Rigsby. Instead, he picked me up by the neck just like a bully on TV would. “Listen maggot, I don’t know how you got that blaster attached to your arm, but it’s there now, and we’re going to use it to…” The what attached to my what? I looked down. A blaster. Attached to my arm. Where my left hand should be. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” My screaming did nothing to stop the drill sergeant from continuing his little speech. “…Blast the alien scum back to whatever rock they came from. You are humanity’s only hope for…” “AHHHHHHHHHH!” “…This planet. Your mission will be long, your mission