Song of Songs 5:2-3


I slept but my heart was awake.
    Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe—
    must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?

REALLY??? Are you kidding me? It’s the middle of the night. I’m tired. I was just falling asleep.

This is going to ruin me for tomorrow, I will be so wiped out in the morning. I’ll be cranky and ugly and nasty if I don’t get some sleep. How can you even think of such a thing? You are so inconsiderate. You think I am going to hop up at a moments notice  just because you happen to be in the mood.