Where the sun shines brighter

"The other man's grass," observed Petula Clark, "is always greener," and one verse of that song has been haunting me of late:

I don't see myself achieving this, exactly — for one, rather a lot of the accessible worlds of make-believe have been consolidated as the "reality-based community" — but as an experiment, I did try staying in bed 'til nearly three.

As you can see from the time-stamp, it didn't work.