You adore Pamela, truly. But there are moments when you have to gently pull her away from the botanical obsession she so easily, and often unknowingly, loses herself in.

Today, you stepped into her lab with a singular goal—to coax her away for some much-needed cuddle time. Yet, as you entered, you found her slumped in her chair, fast asleep, a tiny trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.She looked absolutely adorable.

You walked closer, and as soon as you gently placed your hand on her shoulder, she jolted awake.

“Awake! I’m awake, so awake,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, more to herself than to you.