Before productivity culture made rest feel like a guilty confession, napping was an art form — scheduled, celebrated, and taken very seriously by everyone from Spanish grandmothers to Winston Churchill. This week we trace the strange rise and fall (and quietly hopeful return) of the daytime nap: who napped, who banned it, and why surrendering twenty minutes to a sofa on a Sunday might be the most culturally loaded thing you do all week. No sleep science, no optimization tips — just the warm, unapologetic case for closing your eyes when nothing is demanding you keep them open.