type as me

Imagine the scene... It's late at night. Holly's unsettled, and I try to comfort her. She slowly calms done as I pace back and forth, and then falls asleep in my arms. I go to put her back in her cot, and slowly move her toward it. Reminiscent from the above scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark, I carefully place her down, knowing that one false move could start her off again, and unleash a rolling boulder* if she wakes.

But success is oh so sweet It's just not how you'd want to emulate Indy.

^{*metaphorically, of course. The room's not booby-trapped with spears, rocks, or poisoned darts. Well, not that I know, anyhow.}