the lazy mornings that separate the days in which we slave away for no good reason are the best. that extra hour in between the comfort of a sheet and a duvet are, quite franky, FTW.
i wonder sometimes if it's more than mere creature comfort? it's a worldwide phenomenon; not wanting to get up and out of bed. is there somekind of ingrained darwinian imperative in us hating the separation between us and the nearest we can ever experience to a womb-like state?
it's a miracle that babies either don't have sentience in the womb or can't remember it after they are born. if people could compare their incubation to their current lives i hate to think what would happen to the suicide rate.
Me transmitte sursum, Caledoni!
lol
iBoy
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