The pleasures of sleep are so often wasted on the sleeper. That is why I set my alarm for an hour before my intended wake-up time -- it goes off, I reset it, and then have an hour of muzzy half-sleep that I can truly enjoy. Refluffed pillows, comforter already warm. Creases in sheets pressing their mirror image into my body, so when I finally emerge I look wrinkled and newborn.
I have not yet partaken in any of the above. I have not yet been to sleep, and it is 10:33 am. Instead, I stayed up drinking Rolling Rock and smoking too much and trying to attach fragile nylon skin to the skeleton of an intricate kite.
Delaying gratification makes the final moment of fulfillment taste that much sweeter. When I collapse into my bed in about 25 seconds -- it will be sweeter than candy.