She is Sleeping. And I should be happy about it.

Harriet is sleeping. Why am I not full of rejoicing? I should be in a state of bliss. She is sleeping. She is SLEEPING. She has been sleeping for over TWO HOURS. Elysium! Freedom!--yes?

Why am I nervous? Why am I full of nameless dread? Because, my friends, this
could suddenly turn into this:

OR because if she sleeps all day then she could look like this

ALL----NIGHT----LONG.

But I can't wake her up. She is too precious. I can't disturb this precious thing.