One day I head a dream. I was at a costal town, somewhere in the north, walking alongside the beach, hand in hand with my little son. It was a quite wonderful day, when suddenly he said "Papa, papa! Look! There! An icebear!" And there he was, starving to the bone, wrapped in filthy fur and crouched down. It was pretty obvious, that the guy had no food for ages. We tried to get closer to see if we could help the half-dead bear.

Just in this moment my alarm clock rang. I was heavily confused. I wanted to get up immediately and do something to save icebears from going extinct. But I also wanted to hit snooze, stay in my dream, just for some minutes and help the poor guy. Once I finally got up, there it was:

The idea to Get Up
came to my mind.

I only tell fairy tales here, this is how it really happened: