Myra squinted at the bedside clock: 12.52 a.m. She threw back the covers and slid out of bed.
Ralph was in his computer room, staring at the monitor.
"Come on to bed," Myra said. "You've got to get up early for work."
Ralph grinned at her over his right shoulder. "Just playing Solitaire. Helps to relax me."
"You need to relax in bed--sleeping."
"Okay. Just a few more min--," Ralph said, then fell silent.
"Ralph?" Myra said, stepping into the room. She touched Ralph's shoulder.
He continued to stare at the computer screen, fast asleep.
Ralph was in his computer room, staring at the monitor.
"Come on to bed," Myra said. "You've got to get up early for work."
Ralph grinned at her over his right shoulder. "Just playing Solitaire. Helps to relax me."
"You need to relax in bed--sleeping."
"Okay. Just a few more min--," Ralph said, then fell silent.
"Ralph?" Myra said, stepping into the room. She touched Ralph's shoulder.
He continued to stare at the computer screen, fast asleep.
