sunday, 2:58 am

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Someone is tapping on my arm.

Someone with a cold finger.

I jerk awake to find Sarah huddled next to my bed.

"I was wondering if you would like to watch a movie with me," she says.

Completely disoriented, I fumble around on the bedside table for my phone and snap it open.

3:00 AM!

"Sarah, it's 3:00 in the morning. It's the middle of the night. No, I won't watch a movie with you. But I can lay by you in your bed for a little while."

I climb out of my nice warm bed and follow her down the brightly lit hall.

Of course she has turned on the light. The better to locate me by and confuse me in the wee hours of the morning.

She climbs in bed. I head out to turn the hall light off.

Only to discover that a light is on downstairs.

I head downstairs to turn that light off only to find that the tv is on and the movie is all set to begin--Strawberry Shortcake. Are you kidding me?

Lights off. Tv off. I head back upstairs.

Somewhat coherently I climb into Sarah's bed and mumble good night.

"If we can't watch a movie, can I at least go downstairs and get Harry Potter? You don't even have to read it to me. I'll read it to you," she pronounces.

Seriously?

"It's 3:00 in the morning," I exclaim. "Go to sleep."

And I promptly fall asleep myself.

I hope she did too.

Perhaps I'll go check the Netflix Recently Watched section just to make sure.