invited to the sound is actually the name of a collaborative creative writing project, that would have been the title were it ever made into one cohesive story. It's derived from the lyrics of the Sufjan Stevens song "All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands."

And naps in captains' chairs was a thing from my old job! I was a 12-hour shift paramedic, and the only time I ever got any sleep was in the captain's chair in the back of the ambulance. I lived for those naps.