at night she appeared to him in a fuzzy pink robe , her face shiny with some sort of cream ( he could have named the main ingredient easily enough even though he had never seen the bottle from which she tipped it ; the sheepy smell of the lanolin was strong and proclamatory ) , shaking him out of his frowzy , dream-thick sleep with the pills nestled in her hand and the poxy moon nestled in the window over one of her solid shoulders .