As much as I hate Daylight Savings Time, I was happy to sleep 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 belonged to a blissful slumber.
Sleep is the drug.
Paradise according to Ernest Hemingway, who said, "I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"