I groaned and pulled the bedcovers up over my head. “Happy Birthday!” Oscar sang out again. He peeled back the covers and grinned broadly at me. I squinted, adjusting to the sudden influx of daylight. A few seconds ago I had been deep in slumberland. “Are you having a nice day?” he asked. “I’m not sure yet,” I garbled. “Oh. Never mind, then. What would you like to do today?” “Sleep.” I wriggled further under the covers. He shook me. “No more sleeping. Eight hours is enough.” “Eight hours?” I peered up at him quizzically. “That’s the most I’ve slept in weeks.” Oscar’s eyes glowed like hot embers and his dark hair fell tousled around his brow. “Happy Birthday,” he said again, winking. I yawned and kicked off the bedding.
