A bright solitary Sunday brunch in your own snug lofty bunk bed with a big juicy slab of berry pie plated and laid atop your puffy pink comforter.

Blanketed in the barest of low December sunshine filtered through a softening layer of privacy blurring the tiny window behind your head.

Hot mug of your favorite pie-for-breakfast beverage, fixed up just the way you like it.

Plenty of time to soak it all in, and go back to sleep if you so desire.