Bed

As a teenager I was one of those people who could happily sleep until 10 or 11 in the morning, or even until noon.  A total night of uninterrupted deep sleep.  In those years my favourite way to read was on the bed on my stomach, propped up on my elbows with the book in front of me.

This continued into my twenties and thirties and forties.  The problem was that is was a deep sleep and very difficult to wake up from.  My alarm would go off and it felt like the idea of moving and getting out of bed was almost beyond my capability.  I remember one period of my life where I had two alarms set, one across the room that would keep up an awful buzzing sound until I got up and shut it off.  Even then I could listen to it for a long time before I could convince myself to move.

Getting up got much easier as I aged.  I might take a bit of time to get up and moving but I did it without a lot of fussing and moaning.

Now that I'm old I'm again finding it really difficult to get moving in the morning.  I can lie comfortably for a couple of hours thinking I should get up but just feeling unwilling to make the effort to move.  Often what finally gets me moving is the need to use the bathroom.  My bed is without doubt my favourite  place in my home.  I read there,  I watch TV there.  I sometimes eat there while watching TV.  I do my email there.