I never get up to eat. I even hate to get up to "use the facilities." Once
abed, it takes a heavy duty crane to get me out.
Even if I'm thirsty, I won't get up.
That said, I have lain in bed, unable to sleep, and prepared breakfast foods in my head for when I finally DID arise. It's usually scones I imagine. With a pot of hot tea. And fresh jam. And a garden outside my billowing curtained window that doesn't exist. Oh, and the heath on the non-existent moors off in the distance.
The ideas that come up from SleepyLand with just a little imagination and a full bladder.
abed, it takes a heavy duty crane to get me out.
Even if I'm thirsty, I won't get up.
That said, I have lain in bed, unable to sleep, and prepared breakfast foods in my head for when I finally DID arise. It's usually scones I imagine. With a pot of hot tea. And fresh jam. And a garden outside my billowing curtained window that doesn't exist. Oh, and the heath on the non-existent moors off in the distance.
The ideas that come up from SleepyLand with just a little imagination and a full bladder.