La musique: protest- buck 65

It's 4 am.
My Mom's bf Dave wakes up with the weight of a body on him.
Confused, half asleep, he struggles to understand what is happening. Assuming my mother is the one on top of him he exclaims: "Judy?!"
No reply
"Judy?!" again.
This wakes my mom, who rolls over and in the dim light see a face. She yells: "Matthew!"
This seems to awaken the deadness heaped upon poor David.
The shadowy figure stands up, chuckles "Tee hee hee" and retires to the bathroom, only to be taunted and embarrassed the next day for something of which he has no recollection.
The life of a sleepwalker is never easy.