To me, the height of luxury is to sleep in. ❤



Soft warm bed, dim room.
Fluffy pillows my doom.
Can’t wake up. No, not yet.
Sigh. Roll over. Don’t fret.
Free time chores cheapen.
Dreams call, sleep deepens.
Let me sleep just one more hour.
I’m not under my own power.
Mmm, high thread-count sheets.
Morpheus surely cheats.
Okay, okay, I’m getting up.
Ha ha, just kidding. I’m grown up.
I can lay and sleep all day
and there’s nothing you can say
to convince me to awake,
and my sleepy-time to take.


Unless it’s bacon
that you’re makin’.

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