When you've had a few and there's an evening chill and every time you walk toward the front door it moves to another corner of the yard, it's often tempting to lower yourself onto the ground. If it's warm, black bitumen there radiating all that heat it soaked up during the day, putting your head down for a little rest is the most natural thing in the world.
Not that I speak from personal experience, mind you.
LOL you must read a lot
When in that particular state, nothing beats the comfort of your bathroom floor and the toilet seat as a pillow. Ahhh the memories....
Your first sentence reads like the beginning of a poem...