I let the poor dear sleep while I snuck out of the room in the darkness. I went to write by candlelight in the living room — a silent morning meditative practice of mine — but when the sun was up high in the morning sky and Lo was nowhere to be seen or heard, I became curious. How long would the little nymph sleep? I approached the bedroom and when I opened the door a smidge and peeked in, I was surprised by what I saw. She…