I woke up in the middle of the night to walk downstairs to the unlit stacks of books in the library. I saw a flashlight scanning the shelves further down the aisle which turned out to be my mother trying to find the restroom. Once she saw me, she told me not to go back upstairs again. Apparently it was early in the morning and my dad was going to wake up soon at 6, while planning to wake me up by 8:30. I told her that I would have no problem waking up by then because I had actually gone to sleep last night.