She faintly remembered the sounds of pitty-patter on the hardwood floors. This was a very distant sound embroidered in her subconscious. She sat in a state of subdued-ecstasy  as she reminisced with  a hypnotic spectar that had overwhelmed her previously. Realizing she had been in an half-awake sleep sequence, the sounds depleted. She was now sure the midgets and penguins weren't out to get her..Again. After her opiphany, she slipped into what seemed to be a drug-induced haze, which she calls sleep.

Hmm, I'm wet and I don't even know it.