- Today?

- ...

- Today?  You up?

- (snoring, whimper)

- Must be dreaming.  (whisper) What are you dreaming about, Today?

- (whimper)

- Must be on a moving train.  Jeez, I can't sleep.  Here I am, talking to myself in this internal monologue.  Wash my dish, my ass.  Look at him, I should pour his water over his face.  How cute, he's drinking water to get healthier.  Looks like it's just me and you brain...knock-knock

- (empty, audience laughter)

- Hmm...maybe I can do drop by drop on his face.  Maybe that'll get him to wet the bed.  Wait, that's my couch.  I don't want to embarrass him, anyway—he's high maintenance as it is.  Should I wash his dish for him?  What do you think?

- (audience spellbound)

- I don't want to wake him with the noise.  But I should move it; the clutter's surely going to work upon my nerves.  Upon?  Yea, I'm going to be feverish on Nesky Prospect.  Shut up.  No, you shut up.  

- (audience laughter)

- I'll just go put the dish away to clear up room for his papers, whatever he was doing.  Well, here I am moving stage left.  Ah, yes, the cup of water and droplets like a madeleine, or standing over the stove eating red rice with labne when I'm an old man.  Surely, a remembrance of days out yonder—days of yore.  Whatever. 

- (audience laughter) 

- We slept in bunk beds in our grandparents' room.  We saw it on TV.  Drop by drop, until he slaps himself.  We waited till they were asleep.  I told my sister I'd do it.  Papik always went to bed with a glass of water.  I splashed the whole thing on his face though.

- (laughter)

- Standing over him, then rushing back to my bed.  He hardly he ever yelled at us...hardly ever.  - (audience laughter)
- Damn near cussed us out.  My grandma got up to yell at us, and my sister told her, You're having a dream, and grandma started yelling even more.  Guess I'll try to get some zzzzs again.  What's with all the papers, Today?  What's he working on, anyway?  Here I am, tightening up his mess...his scribblings.  Looks like a letter from a mental patient.  I couldn't even read that if I tried—looks like a witch wrote it.  Are these—wait a minute.  Are these...lyrics???