When the left part of your butt wiggles independently.
When you are agravatingly aware of your breasts and want to fling them out of the way, like untidy ends of a muffler.
When objects in your sprawl-area are nuked.
When you are caught in compromising positions with the bed, the fridge, the floor.
When a successfully lit fag induces misty eyes.
When you instinctively twist yourself pretzel-like when Hypnos comes calling,
Sleep sweet child and know that Bacchus Da loves you.