I love sleeping so much that it is the first thing I think about when I wake up.

Roses are red. I’m going to bed.

Dear brain, please stop thinking so much exactly when it’s time to fall asleep.

Doing nothing is hard. You never know when you are done.

I’m always in a rush to go home, and do absolutely nothing.

No, it’s fine. I watched some cartoons and now I feel a little more at ease with your stupidness.

How great is it to do absolutely nothing and follow it up by taking a rest.

I’m not lazy, I’m on power saving mode.

Laziness is the art to rest before one gets tired.

Car naps hit different, especially when you are the one driving.

Everyone is posting their vacation pictures and I’m like… I went shopping.

I need a six-month vacation twice a year.

Why does tiredness on the couch not follow me to the bed?

I’m off to club bed, featuring DJ Pillow and MC Blanky.

The only thing I miss all day is my bed.

Home: Where I can look ugly and not care.

Home is where you can look ugly and enjoy it.

I don’t want to adult today, I just want to dog. I’ll be lying down on the floor in the sun, you can pet me and bring me some snacks.

I don’t know why “you made your bed now lie in it” is a bad thing. It sounds great! I’ll even lie in a bed I didn’t make.

I bought a calming tea but the smell and taste is making me nervous.