Footstep down the hall

Kyle is sleeping. Restless, but still sleeping. Picture this: The entire house is dark except the computer light and the hall night. There is not a sound except the refrigerator's hum and my mouse clicking. I was sitting at the computer cruising blogs when all of a sudden I hear little footsteps running down the hall. My heart jumps. Is it Kyle? Get up from computer. Look in hall. Stop. Hmmm silence. Check on Kyle, still sleeping. Jim...too small of feet for it to have been him. Had to be Beth. Check on Beth. Missing. Check in my room, no. Check bathroom, no. Check Kyle's room, no. Say "Beth?". Nothing. Check kitchen, no. Stand in hall and call again, "Beth?". Oh, there she is! Standing next to my bed talking to...well, me.... Okay

Me: Sweetie, what are do you?

Beth: What am I doing?

Me: Yes, what are you doing? I am not in the bed.

Beth: Your not? I thought you were. (Mind you I am standing in front of her)

Me: What are you doing?

Beth: blank stare

Me: (wondering at this point if she is really awake) What do you need?

Beth: What do I need?

Me: Pick up heavy girl. Carry to her room and ask again. What do you need?

Beth: Oh, I wanted you.

Me: In you go. Good night

Beth: Good night. I love you.

Maybe I will find out what that was all about in the morning!