We wake with our hair at mathematically impossible angles. Unable to lift leaden eyelids or focus sluggish irises. Motor control is a distant memory as an attempt to remain upright seems like a herculean struggle. Maybe a lingering feeling from a dream follows you, maybe resent of the path you've been chased down by life, maybe you've got those few minutes to enjoy a clearness of mind, maybe you woke up on the right side of the bed... Smells waft from you that you cannot immediately identify but know you must suppress before you can go out into the world with others. Motivation to even regain consciousness is a battle fought between the covers and the snooze. When there is someone there with you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into their neck getting up is a near impossibility. You enjoy every moment together, the stolen covers, the pointy elbows, the cold feet, the sleepy funk, the snores, the mumbles, the kicks, and drool. You'd live under those covers forever if you didn't have to pee so much. You know the one you are holding feels the same pressure and it is that sudden realization that gets you both up to scamper to be the first through the door. 

We all have morning rituals that we need to go through in order to get ourselves cleaned up and presentable for the sake of society at large. Then again there are day where we don't even need to put clothes on because there is no work and the house is all yours.

What is your morning ritual for the weekday versus the weekend?