Last night

I'm having the same thought for the third time.
Time to go to bed.
Don't forget the lights.

Up the stairs.
Open Ellie's door.
Shine my light on her bed.

No one's there!
She couldn't escape out the door.
Oh no ... what about the window?!

Peripheral rods stimulated.
Panned to the right.
Saw this:

Bum in the air.
Fingers in the mouth.
Blankie clutched tight.

I face the usual dilemma:
Fix the problem ...
or grab the camera.

My choice is clear.

I snapped away,
scooped her up.
She's totally out.

We lay down.
She nuzzles into my neck.
Back to sleep we go.