You know those mornings. The ones that it takes all you have to pull/drag/bribe yourself out of bed.
That's me most mornings. Especially the ones that... nope, actually, it's all mornings.
Once I get up, I do my best to avoid eye contact with the bed because it's true what they say- the eyes are the windows to the soul. And if I look at my bed for too long once I have gotten up, I started getting pulled in again. The bed knows what my soul wants.
This struggle is made all the more challenging when there is a warm bod still in THE BED. This will enhance the bed's magnetic pull significantly.
Such was the case this morning. It was still a little dark out. I had a teeny tiny window of extra time before I HAD TO get ready. The bed, like a siren at sea, was calling me back. I made the mistake of looking over. There was James, all curled up in warm blankets still snoozing away.
I had no chance.
25 minutes later I was scrambling, made late by the magnetic bed.
But man, that was some great cuddling.