"They have insomnia," Heck said with inspiration, and hung up.
Patty had adjusted the cover into graceful, toga-like folds. She stood with her hands on her hips. Heck got up and backed slowly toward the door.
"Well?" Patty demanded wrathfully.
"You're dreaming," Heck said. "Don't you realize you're dreaming?"
"Dreaming? But you—"
"Dreaming. Yes, dreaming. You ought to know me by now, Patty love. Would I barge into your bedroom at three in the morning? Would I?"
"Well, I hadn't thought you would," Patty admitted. "But I certainly don't feel like I'm dreaming. And besides," she went on suspiciously, "a person in a dream never tells the person who is dreaming that she's dreaming. It just isn't done."
"It's done in this dream. Here, I'll pinch you."