As much as I hate Daylight Savings Time, I was happy to sleep for another hour this morning.
After waking with the dawn I pulled the covers over my head for shelter from the light and arranged the pillows for renewed comfortability.
The next forty-five minutes were mine in slumber.
Sleep is the drug.
Bliss according to Ernest Hemingway, "I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"