sometimes it's hard to get up

_ and when it is, I lie there for a while, wanting to roll over and sleep for a couple of hours, and fighting, trying to find the will to get up.   I think of TS Eliot's The Hollow Men, one particular stanza, and it works so well I copied it and put it on my bulletin board to memorise it.  Here it is. Maybe you can use it, too:

Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow

I guess it's the spasm that works for me.