Sleep
Was it just me, or was this an absolutely outstanding morning to sleep late?
There's one level of pleasure to be found in lingering too long in a deep, unconsciousness. But, to me, there's something even more exquisite in waking up, looking at the clock, knowing you're late, and then just snuggling in and dozing there anyway.
I particularly enjoy it when the people in my dreams take on the voices coming from my radio. This morning I dreamed that I was throwing a dinner party and one of my guests decided to entertain everyone by doing a dead-on impersonation of NPR's Carl Kasell.
