Way back in the day, I remember every morning before school, my mom would send L7 and I downstairs to make our beds. This is something that should have only taken 5 minutes, but normally took us 20. This is because we would go into our bedroom, look at our beds and then start exclaiming, "It's sucking me in!" "L7, help me, I can't withstand the pull" "AHHH!" (Only probably imagine that in a simpler dialog... I don't know too many 8 year-olds that say things like "I can't withstand the pull") During this time we would move in slow motion back into our beds and curl up in the blankets. It was so soft, warm and cozy! And we would stay there for ages. Well, at least as long as we could before our Mom started calling down the stairs for us to hurry up.
This morning when my alarm went off I had a similar experience. The song started playing and I just burrowed deeper into my bed. Then the song finished and another started and all I could think of was, "It's pulling me in! I don't have the strength to stop it!" Finally, my backup alarm started going off. This is the alarm that says "you are SO going to be late if you don't get up right now!" only it does it in a very soothing Chris Tomlin/Amazing Grace sort of way. So I got up. I just have to remind my self of what my dad always says, "Get your bod out of bed. People die in bed." I know, it's so uplifting.
And another random I was a kid playing with L7 bed story... We also used to hang our head off of our beds and slowly fall out, pleading with the other person to help us before we fell into the hot lava that was our mustard shag carpet. Oh, the stories I could tell of my childhood sharing a bedroom with 3 sisters. Those were good times. And mostly times that shouldn't be repeated for the general public. Quite embarrassing, but oh so funny to talk about.
This is how I wanted to spend the day... only not as blue, hairy or manly... You get the idea.