What is it that fuels us to keep us going?

The intrigue.

The mystery.

The unknown.

The suspense of an exciting life.

Of espionage.

Of spy-games.

Of heroism.

Or perhaps of strange habits.

Of laziness. sleepiness. drowsiness.

Ah…the complexities of such.

Is it the comfort? The snugglishness? The security?

I simply call it the JOY.

The joy of sleep. Of the blanket. Of the pillows. Of my toys.

Of going UNDERCOVER.