I woke up at 2 a.m. to drink water. TheTVwas on. I heard my daughter asking, “Daddy, can you get me a blanket?” Half-asleep, I took one and tossed it on the couch. As I returned to bed, it hit me… my daughter was at a sleepover.
I ran back and froze when I saw the couch empty. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud voice coming from the TV, confirming it was indeed on. I rushed to the bedroom and woke my wife to tell her what had just happened. She reminded me that our daughter was definitely at a sleepover—and then mentioned she’d forgotten to turn off the TV.That’s when it all made sense. I’d been so groggy that I mistook a line from the movie playing on the TV for my daughter’s voice. The whole thing had just been my sleepy brain mixing things up, but the memory of that night still gives me chills.
