The title comes from a phrase in Patti Smith’s book M Train, paired with the quiet dissonance of Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem Bed in Summer.

Smith describes the output of her writing as if she were an “optimistic zombie propped up by pillows, producing pages of somnambulistic fruit—not quite ripe or overripe.”

Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?