Grouse Thicket if he said, 'help me kill the president'

He liked the idea of a nap. Yeah, that sounded great. He didn't take nearly enough naps. Everything was such a good idea right now, especially when she said it — oh! She was warm. They were together, cuddled up in an almost-neat pile, and he felt so safe and so happy and so good; not knowing when he'd get another chance to spend time with a pretty girl (or to sleep with one like this) made him a bit self-reflective but, that didn't last long. He kind of murmured something as he hunkered in to the dirt for his nap, but by the time she could've heard the mumble he'd already plopped his head down, and the spinning soon slowed down for him, because he was asleep.

Sleep was nice. He could sleep for days, here.