give up the fight

Tramgirl has been walking around the house with a spring in her step.
“What's going on with you?” I asked.
Tramgirl walked up to me, leant right up in my face and whispered in my ear. “Give up the fight!”
“What?” I defended
Again she whispered.
“Give up the fight!” She took a step back and smiled.
“There's no war.”
At this point she pulled out a white flag and handed it to me.
“Give it up.” She said faintly as she walked out the backyard to simply sit in the sun.
Moment to moment.