Aziraphale laughed under his breath. "I'm sure we'll all be exhausted soon enough and then it won't be a waste at all," he said. "And we'll dream of feather beds and ridiculous pillows and - well, a breeze, or a fan, or something, that would be nice too."

Sighing, he grabbed his wrist behind his back with the other hand. "Of course, that's all days away still, but I can't help torturing myself."