Pajamas are a lifestyle, not a bedtime. This owl committed to comfort years ago and never looked back — not even for weddings, which he attended in the pajama-adjacent "soft pants and a nice top." The pajamas aren't sleepwear. They're a philosophy: the day's ambitions have been officially capped at "horizontal."
Those eyes: half-closed, utterly done — someone who read the day's agenda and voted no. He gave the morning a chance once. It involved an alarm, sunlight, and expectations. He has not made that mistake since.
He has seen your 6 AM alarm and chosen the quiet violence of staying in bed while the coffee gets cold. Cold coffee is the trophy of someone who refused to be rushed by a beverage.
His therapist — a very patient tortoise — calls it "a valid choice." His friends call it a phase, a phase now in its sixth year. The lifestyle holds. The coffee's cold. Everything is exactly as it should be.