-crumples into a pile of human-sized clothes wizh a yinglet in it-
-reaches out one searching hand, grabs a yinglet-sized nightie and pulls it under zhe pile, and emerges a moment later vaguely dressed-
....weh
My little yinglet nightie has 'I'm just resting my eyes' across it in a manner reminiscent of a 'quirky' humerous fridge magnet