Love tothe N'th degree

there are no words. to describe how much I love sleeping. It seems lately i would prefer sleeping to doing anything. and not because I am sad or lonely or depressed. [ at least i don't think, as I am pretty happy lately]

I just get great joy out of sleeping, thinking about sleeping, being on the verge of sleeping. being anywhere near my bed.

This morning i woke up on time, unlike yesterday when my alarm was set for PM and therefore I slept in until 8:30 and I should have been at work at 7:30 but i got to work at 9:30. Yay me.

...back to today... I showered, got dressed, played a couple know-it-all challenges on facebook [ cuz if we are being honest, i am addicted a little bit] then i went in the bedroom and saw my bed. and I had a love pang in my heart, and I looked at the clock, and it was only 6:28 am. and I did the quick mental convincing that i do in fact have time to lay down again,  so I did.

I laid down, fully dressed and tossed the still warm covers back over me and i silently rejoiced. how wonderful it felt to have my head on my pillow, which feels like puffy clouds. how awesome it was to crawl into warm sheets, how lovely it felt to have my arm draped over one of the extra pillows,  how happy my feet were to be snuggling into the bottom mess of blankets, and how awesome the sheets felt on my bare feet

I closed my eyes, and just laid there, willing myself not to fall asleep, as I so easily could have, but the alarm was off, and I had to be at work. i smiled to myself repeatedly.  i burrowed deeper into the covers. I rejoiced that i dont have to work my second job tonight and greedily thought that if I wanted, i could come home and at 4:30 pm, be back here, in bed, until tomorrow.

reluctantly, I threw off the covers and sat up. put on some socks, ate breakfast, made lunch, and left for work.

The time I went back to bed, only amounted to 7 minutes. but so far, its been the best 7 minutes of my day.