Waking is a strange phenomenon, suddenly your body is thrown into a state of consciousness. A smooth ride into to a sudden stop. The mind is suddenly bombarded by a string of thoughts and recollections; of things to do and choices to make.
The psyche's first reaction is to fight, objects at rest want to stay at rest. We want to return to the abyss; the nothingness that up until recently consumed us. Not thinking is far easier than sorting through the rubble that is daily life.
We toss and turn, but eventually, life will win and we will be forced out of bed, whether through sheer force of will or external pressure. Life always wins, we are outmatched and the game we play is never fair.