h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Lying in bed until late morning or early afternoon is sheer delight. I try to do it as often as possible. The light comes through the window, dull or sunny, and plays on the objects in my bedroom. Semi beneath the covers in bed, I drift with the motes of dust, and send my soul wandering off in state of fuzzy consciousness.

Sometimes for an hour or so, I pick up a book, reading a few chapters into it. Then, mid morning, I drop it, and allow myself to be seduced into a resting sleep that will fall away about noon. Then I’ll think about getting up – one, two, three cigarettes worth of thought. Then a bit of a further think. Then movement - I’m out of bed, the rest of the day coiling to spring at me.
( Or, more preferred - like an old dog lolling toward me, looking for a tickle. )

All too infrequent such delight, sadlywise.