I’ve always struggled to get out of bed. Life beyond the covers seemed dreadful because it was chilly, vertical, and full of minor inconveniences, such as no milk in the fridge and other people. Lying down, I could simply exist. My day couldn’t get off to a bad start if I refused to start it. I couldn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed if I stayed snoozing.
I wanted to be the kind of person to seize the day instead of lying in bed for hours. I tried keeping my phone on the other side of the room, so I would have to get out of bed to fetch it. But I would simply retrieve it and scurry back into my warm cocoon. My flatmates were instructed to shove me out of bed – that didn’t work either, I just shouted at them. Some mornings, small sips of Red Bull while I was still under the covers were the only thing that finally got me up.
