8/10/22 Nap Lines

 Nap Lines

“Trace trace trace trace trace,” he frantically whispers, running a black marker across his arm, “Must remember the pattern, cannot forget!” The arrangement of red lines was quickly fading, soon to be no more.

“No no no no NO!” a small line had disappeared, one he had yet to trace. He quickly ran his marker over the now vanished line, getting it as accurate as he could from how he remembered it.

“Ok one here, and here, oh and a tiny one here,” he mumbled, finishing the last details. “Ok, ok, is that all of them?” he looked over his arm, twisting it in every direction he could think of. He smiled, seeing no red lines that weren’t already covered by his marker. “Perfect.

Years later, as the man was walking through a store on a hot summer's day, a young child saw his arm tattooed with the lines. “Why do you have lines on your arm?” the boy sweetly asked. 

“These are nap lines. I managed to catch mine and trap them on my arm forever,” he said, making it sound like the coolest thing in the world.

The young boy's eyes widened, “Mommy, I want nap lines on my arm!” The woman said nothing and pulled her son away, continuing on with her shopping. The man smiled, admiring the unique pattern that would forever stay with him.


The End

8/10/22

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