For the longest time, I was blamed for waking up my brother. He is eleven years younger than me. Our rooms are right next to each other, so when he goes to bed, it's basically lights, radio and TV out until he is sleeping soundly. Then I can quietly listen or watch what I like. Mama even got me some ear phones so that I could be even quieter. It got so bad that I was sent to bed at the same time as him.
About a month ago, I decided to see what would happen if I slept out in the family room. I guess I wanted to prove to my parents that I was not waking him by accidentally kicking the book case that is at the foot of my bed, and up against the wall to his room.
Around ten at night, his door opened. The light from his night light was so bright, and the triangle that came out of the room landed right across my eyes, so it woke me up. I waited for him to come out the door, but he didn't. So I walked up to the door to see what he was doing.
He was sleeping. The room was as bright as if the overhead light was on, and I couldn't remember his night light being that bright.
I went back to the couch, thinking he had woken up and was too hot, so he opened the door to get in more air, like I have to sometimes.
Around one I heard him walking across the floor. We have one weak spot and it squeaks a little when walked on. So I went to see if he just wanted to sleep with me instead of waking up Dad and Mama.
When I went into his room, he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He was rubbing his eyes and asking someone to be quieter, he was trying to sleep. I asked him who he was talking to, because I was being quiet. He pointed to the left side wall (the one that my book case is on the other side of) and said "Him. He wants to play."
There wasn't anybody there. I climbed over my brother and wrapped my arm around his tummy and told him I would tell his friend to leave if he got too loud, and that he was supposed to go to sleep. My brother did. But I never did see his friend.