"Ben, it's time to start waking up."
Grumbling, shifting nosies come from beneath the sheet. Ben wakes up in stages.
Ten minutes later I go back in his room. "Come on, Ben. Time to get up."
He shifts around and manages to unpin himself from between the dogs and lies there blinking owlishly at the light.
Ten more minutes later I go back in again. "All right Ben, it's time to get up."
"I am up."
"No. You are awake. You are not up. There's a difference."
"Well, I'm not comfortable, so that should count."