There was so much to do. Rooms to clean, the steps to paint, the lawn to be mowed. He needed to eat something, but cooking seemed like such a hassle. Ordering out seemed like the best option. Where was the phone? Over on the table. Five minutes later it was still there. He was asleep again. He’d been that way all morning. He could have done so much. Gone to college, gotten a job, met a girl and been married. Instead he still lived at home with his parents, who pushed him but not hard enough. Sleep just always seemed like the better plan.