So I walked past Xavier this morning before breakfast and he had this super sad look on his face. 😞 

“What’s wrong kid? Why so glum?”

“sigh” he sighed. It was a good sigh too. “It’s just that my bed is sooooo comfortable when I wake up but I know I have to get up at some point”. 

“…and…”

“No, that’s it. I’m just remembering how nice it was in bed, but realizing I can’t go back”