It is difficult to stand upon a spring mattress, but Joan kept her balance.
Of course He was there in the room with her.

God was everywhere, spying upon her.

She could distinctly hear His measured breathing.

Face to face with Him, she told Him what she thought of Him.

She told Him He was a cruel, wicked God.
There are no Victoria Crosses for sinners, or surely little Joan that night would have earned it.