Aging is when your brain says "we ride at dawn" and your body replies "we absolutely do not." This dragon used to torch villages before breakfast. Now he needs a nap after standing up.
He set the alarm. He meant it. Then his back filed a formal complaint, his knees requested a recount, and his wings said they'd get back to him never. The sunrise is beautiful. He'll enjoy it horizontally.
Respect the dragon. He's not lazy — he's prioritizing. Dawn will still be there tomorrow. Probably. He'll check from the nest.