Sleeping peacefully, you are rudely awakened by your alarm clock's shrill cry. Waking up abruptly, you tiredly reach out for the screaming object. Slamming a fist into it, you quickly silence its persistant calls.
"Great," you groan sarcastically. "Another fun day at work."
Your voice is muffled and sleepy, as you have been lying face down on your pillow. The bed feels soft and comfortable, making you relunctant to move. And why should you? It's six in the morning. You'd love to phone work pretending to be sick, but you desperately need the money.