I am doing as I am told

A nice weird day. Every time I turned my head my eyes caught flashes of symbolic images. Semblances of information that are poking the sleepy little me. Her eyes are open. Watching. But still with the blanket around her. What do I do to make her get up ask the adult me while enjoying her glass of amarone della Valpolicella 2010 figuring out the how. Have another glass of your favorite red wine answers the little me. And the adult me is agreeing.