and after i had three glasses of wine while i ate , watched with no small amount of fascination what could only be described as a practiced dance of the daxshee rising ( they did n't mess around , they clearly did this often , it was swift and also weirdly graceful ) and played with ghost , it was n't a surprise that , when ghost grew drowsy , i grew drowsy with her , tucked her to my front , settled in on the hides and cushions and fell asleep .