TIS NO FUN - GETTING OLD

     I just remembered that I didn't tell you about Roberta's new adventure. It always happens at night with her. This time it was about 2 o'clock in the morning. I heard her room's door open and turned to look, expecting Dr. Park to come out and check up on me. Instead, Roberta's  ruffled, white head poked around the corner. 

- "Roberta, honey, what do you need?" - I asked. 

She fleeted down the ramp.

-  "I, I don't know.." - she replied. 

- "Roberta, you are asleep, go back to bed!" - I insisted". 

- "I am not asleep. I had a dream and tore my clothes!" 

She picked up the bottom of her pajamas shirt and looked at the buttons. They were intact.

-  "I tore my clothes, and they are coming!" - she kept saying.

 - "Who is coming?" 

She couldn't find an answer for that. I talked very softly, again trying to convince her:

- "Go to sleep, you are tired!"

- "Alright" - she said - "But you wake me up when they come!"

And I, not knowing, what to say, I answered:

- "OK, I will!"