Some mornings when I wake up, and I find it really hard to get out of bed. Some mornings, I wake up and nothing is cramping or numb or tingling. I’m not feeling those random bee stings or pushpins my legs. My mind is relatively calm, the anxiety hasn’t wound up yet. My bladder is cooperating. Some mornings, all of the usual reasons that chase me out of bed early are leaving me alone. But still, it’s hard to get out of bed.

Every now and then, the planets align, and lying in bed under the covers feels too good to interrupt.