The pod was a little chilly, but the comforter helped. Once I shut off the light I was engulfed in darkness and began to ponder being charged 55 cents a minute to nap. Is this what our society has come to, luxury experiences to accommodate this most basic of human necessities? By the time I’d started to sort it all out, the soft whooshing of the air-conditioning had lulled me into a gentle doze.
Within 45 minutes or so, the footsteps of other nappers stirred me a few times until the lights in my nook slowly turned on by themselves. Nap time was over.
Changing out of my loaner PJs and stepping back in to the sunlight I have to admit I did feel a tad more relaxed and energized. I could see this eliminating my need for at least one cup of coffee a day. And picturing the faces I’d get if I tried to conk out on our office couch, I appreciate the discretion of my personal pod. I remain skeptical that mid-day naps will become a thing in our over-worked, hyper-connected culture, but I definitely wouldn’t mind being proved wrong.