I slept like coarse woody debris last night.
A forester’s way to say: I slept like a dead tree in a swamp. No dreams. No interruptions. Just pure log-level rest.
I slept like a dead tree in a swamp. My bed was a mud pit. I didn’t even snore.
I slept like a dead tree in a swamp. My alarm clock had to drag me out of the forest.
I slept like a dead tree in a swamp. My dreams were just branches falling in a creek.