The perfect way to wake up on a Friday morning is one of two ways. The first is beside a beautiful woman. The second isn't really waking up at all in the traditional sense. It's more a 'coming to', normally about six or seven in the morning, as the first new rays of a rising sun creep in through the split between the curtains. Lou Reed's Velvet Underground is on the stereo and you're wondering about how those few hours of sleep you didn't get are going to play a part in the coming day's events.
On mornings like these one can take it nice and slowly. Maybe start with clearing the empty bottles off the floor. Nothing too much, you've got all day.
Some people might call this 'bliss'.
"And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door" All Tomorrow's Parties
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