Something I love with the kind of longing and wistfulness a person has for very rare, perfect things, is a certain kind of nap. A kind I have only a few times a year.
The kind of nap you can have after lunch if you are not too hot, in a comfortable bed, and have no particular time that you need to be awake. You sleep, and the sleep feels draggy and deep, cool and dark and delicious. And then you rise out of sleep for a few minutes, and smile and dive back down. For a while you hover between sleep and awake, hearing little sounds around the house, choosing not to get up... quite... yet.
And then you get up and make a cup of tea and slowly return to the land of the awake, remembering you sleep and how you dreamed strange dreams. Life feels very magical and full of possibility.