So last night I was up till eleven.  I'm one of those people who can stay up forever, but since I had school in the morning, I went to bed and fell to sleep quickly.  Well, you know how it is.  You're in the middle of a dream, and it feels like you just barely went to bed when your alarm clock does its daily screaming.  I didn't want to get up, but I felt refreshed and made myself get up and get dressed.  I wore on a peach top with light blue True Religions.  Then I put in my contacts and brushed my hair out till it was stick-straight.  I considered waking Rachel up, since apparently she had decided once again to sleep in.  Whatever.  The hairspray and some of my makeup were in Mom and Dad's room, so I tiptoed into their room to retrieve them.  Of course the door creaked, though.
  "What are you doing?" Mom and Dad both asked, groggily.
  I made a face.  "I'm getting ready."
  Even in the dark I could tell they were extremely weirded out.  Equally confused, I then glanced at their clock.
  Midnight.
  Really?!