Relaxation by Stealth.
The time had come for me to try again. To carry out my plan that was so often foiled. It seemed to always slip away as it was right at my fingertips.
With the stealth of a panther, I quietly slipped out of bed, wincing, as the springs groaned. Swinging my feet to the floor, I silently hoped the old, wooden floor would not squeak, as I tip-toed out of the room. Slightly out of danger, I stifled a deep cough that threatened to spoil my plans of escape. As swiftly as I could travel through the house quietly, I hurried into a far room, to expell the monstrous noise that erupted from my larynx. Over and over I coughed, finally finishing in a forceful "ahem!". I prayed that I hadn't been heard, as I crept back into the kitchen to fix the coffee I had been looking forward to for so long.
So far so good. I heated my water up in the microwave, opening the door before the time was up, so it would beep one less time. I quietly made the coffee, settled down on the couch with a book, and commenced to carry out my sinister plan. I began to read where I had left off, so long ago. The book drew me into its world one more time. I had begun to read the second paragraph, when a muffled, then sharp cry emerged from the bed which I had so stealthily slipped from. Alas! The child had awakened, and I put aside my coffee and my book to try again another day.