That feeling of falling into an unmade bed that has seemingly memorized the shape of your body from the last time you slept in it is most likely the best damn flopping feeling I have ever felt in my dumb life.
What's even more is the satisfaction that people leave you alone.
They let you sleep.
With a smile on their face as they close the door after pulling the blanket a bit more so over your exposed body.
I think what I like
the very, very best
is falling asleep naked.