The only way I could handle sleeping in a bed of pancakes and syrup is if I knew I'd wake up to real pancakes and syrup to satisfy the cravings that developed overnight.
Can't sleep, need to draw or write bad poetry to help lull you into slumber? Oh man, that was some seriously jacked prose, thank goodness it's washable.
Whispering sweet nothings through the night was never cuter!
If the zombies do come for you in the night they'll think they're too late. Guaranteed to wake up again!