Ah, to awaken without urgency, free of any call to rise and meet the day save at one's own pace! Such is the stuff weekends are made of, or at least should be made of. With the wispy ghosts of nighttime dreams slipping through the golden glimmers of daydreams, the sleeper wakes and is at peace. To those who say that sleeping late is a waste of the day, I reply that jumping with unneeded precipitousness from bed is a waste of the most relaxing moments of the week. Let the sleeper lie a little longer, and let him enter the day rejuvenated and replenished.
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