"Yes!" I said with a start, sitting bolt, upright in bed, my sleeping cap, tail flopped over my left eye, my right hand reaching for my Single Action, Colt .357 Magnum.
"Peter, Peter, Peter!"
"Yes, Lord? Here I am Lord," I said, letting the revolever slip back into the quick-draw rig-holster.
"Oh, there you are," He said looking about my room, "Still in bed, sleeping? Are you ill?
"No, I was just sleeping... hey, uhh Sir," I said checking my outburst, remembering Whom it was casually visiting my room before dawn.
"What do You mean, still sleeping? Its only 3:30 AM!"
"Ah, well, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Well, actually, yes I did mean to wake you. You are often up late typing, painting, musing anyway, no?"
"That's okay, I had to get up anyway, Someone was calling," Here I imitated His Huge voice, "Peter, Peter, Peter!"
"AH HAHAHA, FUNNNNY. Anyway may we talk?"
"May I ask a question, Lord?"
Yes, of course. What is it?"
"Umm, now please don't take offense, but you know that usually, I sleep very little, by Your edict, correct?"
"So far, yes, that is how I made all of your family-it's a gift, you see?"
"A gift? Err; I didn't realize You considered it as a 'gift'. Well, again no offense-."