…rousing himself from a reverie, which had degenerated into an absolute snooze. – Thomas Ingoldsby, “The Spectre of Tappington,” 1837

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. – Charles Caleb Colton

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree. – Ralph Waldo Emerson