Dad cracks open the door and tells me softly that dinner's ready and that I should wake up from my nap. I try to not move knowing I'll be super sweaty from hibernating under four layers of covers. I make my way down stairs to the kitchen.
Dad is finishing up his spaghetti and while I dish mine up he says, "Hey, Anne you should tell her where you found Gretchen."
From down in the unlit family room, Mom's disembodied voice says, "I found her with her head in the kitty bed sleeping on the kitchen floor." Apparently she let her continue sleeping like that.