When asked about her passions she mentions sleeping without hesitation. And even now – when I stand over her head dressed as a secretary in a tight pastel tailor-made dress and moccasins – I cannot wake her up. I shake her & shake her again, and the outfold dispersed saliva like a clear mace is rushing through the cluttered bedroom to classy hang down from the bolted veil. Someone more persistent than I would plug her nose and ask for the photos, but why bother, if she snores so cute?