Now that she rolls all over creation, she prefers to sleep back-side-up.
Or something like that.
She especially likes cuddling with the corner of a blanket or her purple teddy. No sleep could be soundly complete without one of those treasures.
Maybe this is what it means to sleep like a baby.
Or something like that.
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