Knowing that you're about to leave the warm cocoon of covers to face a world full of more mistakes waiting to happen is not much of an inspiration to get out of bed. Of course, if you managed to spill a glass of water onto your pillows while fumbling for the alarm clock, staying in bed seems less appealing. Rock and a hard place, indeed.
Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I knew was the best (and the most inevitable). I had to get up because I had to go to work. Despite a small patch of dry pillow and the snuggly comfort of flannel sheets, bed was not the place for me anymore. Having made the decision, I felt that I deserved a few moments of attempting to recapture my delicious dream (gorgeous boyfriend, amazing house, telling Martha Stewart to fuck off, etc) in recognition of my mature resolution to get out of bed. Alas, I'd forgotten that in the original alarm clock fumbling / water spilling misadventure, I had turned my alarm clock off, not just to snooze. This detail became clear when I lazily glanced over, 34 minutes later. CRAP!
