Things That Go Bump in the Night

I should have know when I married Darrel that I'd be in for some interesting nights. I knew he snored--loudly. I had even heard the story of him at his aunt's house in California.  They were staying with them while on vacation when Darrel was about 5.  Well after the kids had gone to sleep, Darrel's parents heard the doorbell ring. They opened the door to find Darrel standing there in his pajamas. He had sleepwalked himself right out the back door, around the house, and to the front door (thank heavens not somewhere else!). He still wasn't awake when they answered the door.

Our nights have been pretty tame for the most part, with the exception of a couple of experiences and probably some that I have forgotten. 

Several years ago I was fast asleep when I woke to a sort of rustle-y, scratchy noise on the pillow right above my head! Now, having had a close encounter with a bat in the middle of the night once before, my mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that there was some sort of creature, maybe a mouse, on my pillow.  I sat up in a panic to find Darrel's arm stretched all the way across the bed with his hand resting on my pillow.  Thanks for the adrenaline rush, honey.

Now to the latest.  I was sleeping peacefully at 3:20 a.m. this morning when Darrel bolted upright in bed.  He was looking past me to the middle of the room and said, "What's going on?" I said "What?" and he said, "What's wrong?", very alarmed.  "Nothing that I know of," I replied. I should have know by how quickly he went back to sleep that he wasn't really awake, but by then the adrenaline was pumping and I was thinking maybe he'd been inspired to wake up and alert me to some danger.  I should have been suspicious when he laid back down  and left me to contend with whatever that was.  But I couldn't go back to sleep after that.  So I crept downstairs to check on the kids, then came back up to check on Justin and get back in bed.  All was well. Except for me being wide awake.