Waking up

Is it me or is waking up an art that needs mastering. Or should i say not waking up but getting out of bed. I lie from sometimes 6 until 8 sometimes 9 (naughty) just appreciating how warm and safe my bed covers are not ever wanting to leave. Once im out of bed its like the real world hits home. Its a sad scary place. But in bed im so safe and warm. i dont have to brace the cold or the harsh reality that is just living and dieing... basically life. And i so want to get out of bed. i want to be productive, go to the gym, have an early morning run or an early morning spinning class. dont get me wrong this is wonderful to be able to do and all in good time that will be how i live my life from 6 oclock in the morning. but right now wow i am struggling! i need to master the art of propelling myself out of my warm bed covers onto the cold wooden floor and into my warm sloppy house clothes. slowly but surely im getting better and better but sometimes i fail miserably and its 9 oclock when i propell myself out of bed. That is the time i should be in work!