Playing with dolls — It's morning and in bedrooms everywhere, people are rising to meet the day. Meredith and Derek are either up really early, or very late, because they're dressed and packing more of Meredith's mom's thing.

Meredith finds her childhood doll, Anatomy Jane, complete with removable organs. She tells Derek that as a little girl, she made up names for the parts she couldn't remember. The twash is connected to the chubble, which is connected to the slivvey. And of course, there's everyone's favorite, the jelly pouch.

This probably disgusted Meredith's accomplished, impossible-to-please mother because as the fruit of her loins, Meredith was expected be able to locate and explain the transverse colon by age seven.

Upstairs, Izzie wakes up to find Alex sitting on her bed, watching her like a creep. Only on a TV show does one emerge from a dead sleep, roll over, find someone staring at them, and all they have to say is, "What are you doing here?" In reality, there would be lots of shrieking and falling backwards out of bed in a kicking, screaming panic.

Having slept together for the past week, Alex isn't sure if he and Izzie are exclusive now. Will she be sleeping with anyone else? Should he cancel his bootie call with the chick from pediatrics? Instead of answering him and letting that be the end of it, she huffs, calls him an ass, and pads into the bathroom to pee.

Leaving lines out does not a story arc make. Meanwhile, Izzie sleeps in a summer cocktail dress because you never know when you'll be sleepwalking into a garden party.

Elsewhere, Callie and Erica in bed together, laughing giddily, and it's not because it's Pizza Day in the cafeteria. They just had some morning sex and apparently, there's only one way to describe it.

Erica: That was amazing!
Callie: Yay! It was for me, too!
Erica: I mean, that was amazing!
Callie: Me, too!

Morning sex is amazing.

Not as amazing? The nightgowns that Callie and Erica are wearing. They come complete with their own nightmares. Go wipe your mouth, take off that von Trapp window curtain, and put on some decent lingerie.

Why do the gayellas get the fugly wardrobes when Izzie gets to look like Audrey Hepburn? Someone forgot to ask GLAAD what lesbians wear to bed. Or worse — they did.

Erica doesn't notice Callie horrendous sleepwear because A) Callie wasn't wearing it most of the night; and B) she's having a Helen Keller-worthy epiphany.