Sleep in.

The warmth of the comforter and Loretta's supple, young body is too enticing to roll out of bed despite your bladder being full. However, you feel the touch of cold steel against your cheek. You unconsciously swat at it but realize that it's the barrel of a shotgun. Your eyes open wide instantly, remembering that farmers wake up very early in the morning.

"Good mornin', boy," is all you hear before you black out from the heavy blow of the shotgun butt to your face.

...

You awaken in a prison cell, awaiting arraignment for **** along with other miscellaneous charges. It doesn't look good for you, and the likelihood of being acquitted are rather slim. On the other hand, you did manage to get out of going to the family reunion.