Fantasising about a bed
It's getting a bit like that Velvet Underground song; I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years. I mean, everything is still rocking along and bouncing around happily, but right now I really want a room and bed of my own, with noone else unconscious or otherwise in the room. I want thick blackout curtains, a heavy door to shut and a thick, comfy mattress and hefty duvet to collapse under. I want to sleep for a day, then I'll be back and jumping again.