Sleeping is an art form to me, the great Bentonian. There are many great places to rest one's head.

Snuggled in the crook of Dad's arm - make sure you stay long enough that the human's arm falls asleep!
Nestled in between the pillows.

Sprawled luxuriously across the satin sheets (alright so they're really only 300 thread count sateen, but you get the picture)

Or, my favorite, snuggled right up next to Mom's belly!