lay me in a bed of roses

It was time.

The Uchitel had been up all night, adorning the housing with flowers. Just when everyone thought she was asleep, she sneaked out of her bedroom to decorate the place so she could surprise everyone the next morning.

Decorating in the dark was no easy task. She had to make sure she put the flowers in the right order and in the right place. More than a couple of times she had bumped into a wall or some ornament as she waddled around in the dark, cursing to herself in a million languages.

Now that her task was over, Lena felt tired. Her eyes were drooping and she felt as if she couldn't walk anymore. She collapsed onto the floor, snoring loudly.