Let her wake up "normally"

I scanned Kristen Stewart’s snoring form, and saw she was about five hours from waking up to relieve her bowels and bladder from a night of drinking and marijuana induced munchies. Charming. After flicking my eyes, foolishly, to the now dead clock, I looked back to my watch, and happily saw that hours were ticking by like minutes. I took the opportunity to take a quick pass around the home, appraising its contents, value, and generally just thinking. It was a property worth several million dollars, but more for its location than its structure. Still, while isn’t wasn’t the Biltmore it was far more than any hard working VP could reasonably dream of affording after years of dedicated effort; much better than this braindead bimbo deserved. Passing by the kitchen on the way back to her bedroom I made many months pass. The smell from the refuse in her garbage and rotted food in her long unpowered fridge were revolting, and a raging cockroach infestation had developed. Long dried brown ooze caked the once pristine tile in front of the double steel doors, now rusted and corroded from the toxic sludge her organic vegetables and old pizza had decomposed into. I laughed, a bright, fresh bunch of grapes rotting to cockroach coated rubbish was an apt symbol for what I planned to do the now just stirring Kristen.