"Sing me a song!"

What the hell! I was sound sleep. Trouble breathing. What time is it? Are you kidding me? Three o'clock.

I get up. Go in to wash my face.

I look ragged. Have to sleep.

In bed again. Drifting off. Tired.

"Sing me a song!"

Jeez! What? Again?

Okay. Fine! She likes old stuff. I sing Moon River.

Quiet now. I doze.

"Sing me a song!"

Get up and make coffee. Got to do something.

"Sing me a song!"

"Shut up. Shut up!"

Always was the nag. Today I dig her up. She's going to the county dump.