 What's the matter with you, Jonathan? Can't you stay still? You've been turning and turning all night like a roasting chicken on a spit. It isn't time to get up yet. That rooster crows any old darn time of the night. I tell you, it isn't anywhere near as dawn. Just because you're restless, no reason I should be kept awake. Lord have mercy, Jonathan. Sleeping with you is like sleeping with a colt.