What Sadistic Psychopath Invented Getting Out of Bed???

My head has melted into the pillow, while my body and limbs have infused into the mattress and doona. Blood has filled my brain, encasing it in a thick, comfy fog. Through the open window I can hear the birds calling out to each other, and people - some of them also calling out to each other - walking past my driveway on their way to work or school. I know what all of this means - it means it's time to go back to sleep.