The eyes open from sleep, and before the rest of the body joins the party, the soul wakes up and hangs out outside the body for a while. During this time, it regards the outside world from the window. It sees joyous angels everywhere, in sheets, smocks, and blouses. The angels fly around for a while before shrinking into the background so the rest of the world can wake up.
That's when things take a turn for the mundane. The soul begins to sense the inevitable—that the body will wake up and the world will continue in its normal human way, and the soul will have to go along with it. As the sun begins to rise, the soul returns to the body begrudgingly. But hey, it ain't all bad. There's also some celebration there at the end, of the flaws that make us humans, well, human.