I froze and was stunned into silence; a little afraid that anything I did might set her off even further (who knows how far she'd go to protect those ankles?)!
I finally assured her that I had done nothing to her ankles, nor would I, and she went back to sleep.
Ah, sleep I cannot: soft-cushioned bed
Wooes never my wearied frame to sleep;
No pillow brings rest to my throbbing head.
From my couch, as one in a nightmare, I leap.
~Torments of Love; translated by Arthur S Way (blackcatpoems)