And in this snoreless world, where I am sleeping at 3:42am

Where I sleep a full 8 hours refreshed and ready to start the day. There should be a heaping bowl of Cheerios with a banana, raisins and almonds please. The TV should be set to Bravo or How I Met Your Mother, and there should never be repeats of anything ever. In this lovely land, my boyfriend breathes with ease and I'm not typing this in the other room with a headache and a wineache and a desire to stomp on our wooden floors like a child. In fact, this is the kind of place where the comforter smells like lavender and flowers grow by my feet. Daisies please, but not gerberdaisies because I hate those and I hate anyone who says they like them because they are stupid and wrong and they probably like Clinique - ugh. In this dream world of sleepy wonder I'd like my feet to be warm and not require socks every night. I'd like my hands to be a perfect temperature and I'd love a great big cup of tea to be ready on command with the good, expensive kind of honey I simply can not bring myself to buy in normal world land. This is where I have one of those foam beds just so every now and then I can jump up and down with a glass of wine or a bowling ball at the other end, like the infomercial tells me I can. In my special place I'd like there to never feel a draft through our window and for everything that needs to be done for the day - like the dishes, the laundry, the weeding, the garbage - has already magically happened by our live-in maid that we never see or hear or have to pay.