I love my bed

I remember my father talking about his childhood, he was waking up at 5am to do his homework, then one hour of cycling to get to the train station, then again 20 min by bike and finally at school.

When I was at high school I was waking up at 6.10 am and struggling every day for the lack of sleep. Nowadays, I can say that I don’t sleep much but I love to spend time rolling in bed. It comforts me, it relaxes me, but at the same time it makes me feel guilty.

Every day I see posts of people talking about how productive it is to wake up early in the morning and get started with the day when the world is still at sleep.

But hey, wait a moment, if there weren’t people who loved to stay in bed in the morning while experiencing life at night, at the same time, early rising suns would not be able to enjoy their morning that much!