But then I couldn't resist coming up for air to see what the morning looked like. All I had to do was lift my head and open my eyes.
And what a reward! A sky full of pink cloud sheep -- moutons, as Miss Yves tells me the French call the clouds when they flock together like that.
I don't know how many sunrise pictures I've taken over the years. A lot.
Here's a slide show of sunrises from January to January. I love watching the sun's movement from south to north and back again.
Remember, click on the slide show to biggify the pictures.