This happened two years ago before I moved up to Michigan.
I was in middle school back then, and I had a terrible habit on sleeping for a long period of time, which both of my parents had their job to wake me up around 6:00 in the morning and leave home around 6:15 for the bus. It became a routine for all three of us and had been continued for three months.
My father had this habit on opening the door wide, just slam at the wall for the fun, turn on the light and leaves my room so I can get up myself. He always calls me to get up so it did it's job back then.
So as usual, I was sleeping in my bed and was stirring awake from my slumber when I heard the door creak open. Then I heard my father's voice telling me to get up, and the light went up.
I replied, "I'm up" and turned around to face my father so I can see him at the door. The spot was empty.
I was confused at that time. I never heard my father walking away nor did I even remember him just heading out. I checked the light switch, only to realize that it was still off. I even looked around the living room area to see that my father was still asleep in his bed, but I brushed it all off.
Fast forward to night, I was talking with my father during dinner and he said something that I didn't wish to hear. "I was surprised you woke up early by yourself" said my father. "I was going to wake you up only to find your bed empty!"
"So...you didn't wake me up in the morning?"
"Of course I didn't, I just got up around 6:20 to wake you up to inform you that you're going to be late."
"So..." I thought, "if it's not my father who woke me up, then who did?"