It hadn't happened since the sun began to shine the whole day through. Even before that.

I squeaked open my old wooden door and emerged into the very dark hallway. It was silent. On my way to the living room, my destination for a drink of water, I reminded myself to be quiet. Not to disturb the sleeping beauties. There were two at rest. Not three, and not yet only one. Two, like there used to be. Despite the creaky floors, I did not wake them.
Even the little boy was deep into his slumber and his sole feeble gesture to my recognition was a slight lift of his tail. Let him sleep though. Even the parents were fast asleep just feet away, but that was nothing unusual. They are always asleep before me. this year and in the past.
The green lights and red power button of the CD player winked at me from across the room so I navigated across the sleeping house (thank goodness I'm blind anyway and have learned well how not to run into the furniture). I found the buttons I was aiming for and *blink* the small lights went out.
The journey back to my warm haven was quite a bit easier as the light that snuck around my half-opened door just barely lit my path back through the family room, an intermittent reflection on the cool kitchen tiles.

The two sleeping beauties continued to sleep and suddenly, I was back in Junior year.
The last one to sleep. That's just how it always was.

Deja vu anyone?