First she sinks into a squatting position, then she leans forward, and even though it looks like she’s going to collapse onto her stomach, her body contorts as she falls, and she winds up sprawled on her back. Her eyes are wide open, but when I ask her if we should mix some white paint in with the beige to brighten the color, her answer comes out as gibberish. Then her eyes roll back, the lids close, and she begins to snore. I have to shout her name and then kick her a couple of times until she stands up so I can help her onto my bed, which we somehow managed to move to the center of the room before we started painting. The bed now covers up the worst part of the carpet stain, but it looks awkward in this spot, and we haven’t entirely solved the problem, since you can still see small red footprints leading to the bathroom. We agreed we’d clean those up after we finished our mural, but nothing is going quite as planned. The bed is big and heavy, and as we pushed it, a couple of the boards under the mattress collapsed, and now it’s sloping down on the right, like a boat in the process of capsizing.
