The road home tickered and flicked with telephone poles and daylight . When the baby woke up she moved in a series of accidents , frightening herself . We were together on the floor . My tongue was so heavy I could forget I knew words , but she pulled at my hair with her fatly imprecise fingers like she knew what age was , and did n't like the smell of it . Without success I tried her motions on , the fluidity of them .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
What may happen after the baby wakes up ?


It would wiggle and move around .