Mornings do all they can to set their trap.  Lucky for me they choose to make these traps as enticing as possible.  No when I wake up I am not dodging flying spears or running from oversized boulders.  When I wake up I find myself in a a position I don’t want to leave.  I feel as though I am melting into the bed, falling into it, as Alice down the rabbit hole.  My eyelids slowly close away the light, just as she must have seen the sun get further and further as she descended towards Wonderland.  The bed feels like sand, but not nearly as rough, it’s as if the bed were sand that’s made of finely ground feathers instead of glass eroded over centuries.  I sink into it.  Did I sleep-walk into quicksand?  Certainly quicksand would not be so comfortable.  I consider getting up, but it is so cold outside these covers, and so warm inside.  Why go out there, where all that effort would have to be exerted, both mentally and physically, when I can stay here and rest some more.  Just five more minutes?  Oh wait, an hour just passed.  Wasn’t it 9:30 a minute ago?