If there’s anything better than crawling out of bed after sleeping until ten, with your hair looking like a high-speed collision of a bird’s nest and a dead muskrat, and staggering into the living room clad in underwear and an oversize Where The Wild Things Are T-shirt, and STILL having the sexy guy in the bathrobe say “Good morning, love!” and give you a kiss…well, screw it, there’s just nothing better than that.

Particularly when you know that there’s leftover blackberry shortcake in the fridge for breakfast.

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