This is a running joke in my house. If I go to bed with a book in my hand, the next morning's questions are as follows:
"Did you catch that sunrise?"
"Should I bother to ask what time you fell asleep?"
"Didn't think you needed that much sleep, did ya?"
"It's almost one in the afternoon, get up!"
And I have no shame when it comes to the following evening as I start another book under the glow of my ubiquitous book light.