I melt into the couch and disappear from the land of the living

"What is that puddle on the couch", asked a little girl.

"Oh, that is what's left of the person, who slept her life away," answered her mother. 

I am dead to the world in the mornings of Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. I am dead to the world in the afternoons and early evenings of Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays,  Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Though, I am alive on some Tuesdays, when I have meetings on afternoons and early evenings.