She's asleep

You find Sue passed out, head slung back over the arm of the couch as she is reclinging with one leg running the length of the couch and the other spread wide. Her drink is dangling precariously in her hand, one wrong move and you'll be cleaning a nasty stain out of your carpet. You carefully make your way around the coffee table as quietly as you can but you fail to notice she has kicked off her shoes, you trip over them unable to recover in your drunken state and land face first in her crotch.

You freeze worried that you have woken her up, she begins to stir in her seat.