“Go to bed, Tom," he managed to say. "Don't wake me in the morning. I plan to be dead.”

“Don't you understand? I want to spend my life with you. I want you to be there when I go to bed at night and when I wake up in the morning.”

“I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.”

“Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. SIng me to sleep, sing me to sleep, and then leave me alone. Don't try to wake me in the morning because I will be gone. Don't feel bad for me. I want you to know, deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go.”

“You say that every morning.”Miles shrugged. “You're late every morning.”“Then wake me up sooner.”“I have a better idea—why don't you go to sleep when I tell you to?”“I'm not tired then. I'm only tired in the mornings.”“Join the club.”

“Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were.It hasn’t happened this morning, either.”