As a child, I often would find a spot of sun-warmed carpet in the living room and drift into a nap, rolling with the sunny square as it moved across the floor. Reminiscent of prior years, after Brigham and Mark came over, I fell into a somnolent (adj.: inclined to or heavy with sleep : drowsy) state on the sofa under the warm afternoon sun.
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