Since I moved to college, my mom moved a ton of her stuff into my room. One feature is this framed letter on my headboard on the top shelf (about a foot and a half above my head if I lay on the bed). Attached to this frame is a clip-on tiny lamp. It really is a balancing act waiting to give out. Ya well it gave out. There I was sleeping at three a.m. like a normal person and the acrobat team fell on my face! It scared me so bad! I yelled and threw it on the ground along with everything else I could find in the dark on my headboard. Oddly, none of my family heard any of this even though I was throwing a fit. To be honest, I fell back asleep after a minute or so haha. This morning I was thinking about what happened and why my family didn't rush to my rescue. First thing you need to know about the Baker's is that we are pretty deep sleepers. They probably slept through the whole thing because they were in another world.  They were probably all in their classic sleeping positions. For example :

Mom: either she is caught red-handed or is doing the YMCA very slowly

 Dad: classic dead-man's stance

 Sarah Jane: rock-climber. If I was true to myself, my face would not be injured.

 Coleton: he starts out normal but he always ends up like a possum at the end of the night.