By the time Stroi jumps out of bed, the music that jolted him awake has faded. Adela stands in mountain pose at the center of his bed and then slowly moves to down dog, her gray braids swinging to each side of her small frame. She turns to the tall figure standing in his underpants as she transitions into warrior pose, the fingers of her upward palm extended toward him.
"Oh, hi burro," she says innocently, "What are you doing up at this hour?" Her face is serene and focused on her asana. "There's soap in the bathroom in case you'd like to wash that dirty mouth of yours."