Waking up is so bothersome. An ill-favored commodity blasts an obnoxious, overplayed radio song. Insipid lyrics lacking substance, a repetitive chorus, foreordained to act as a broken record settled in your mind for the remainder of the day. Snooze button. After several encounters with it, I am forced to pry myself from my bed. That's when my bed is most comfortable. My mattress embraces my body, hugging its every curve. My head, pressed against my favorite pillow. Silky, easeful, and impressible. It's always fluffy in the mornings. I'm snuggled up in my comforter, warm and cozy. To have to abandon my bed when it calls on me the most is truly heartbreaking.