Survivor in the Bedroom

I'm not the best sleeper. I wake easily. In the summer months when the neighbors are out in the alley or in their backyards, I'll turn on the air conditioner to wash out the chatter. I need my sleep, and the littlest things will disturb it. For instance:

The other night I woke up and D was taking off the shorts she sleeps in. She appeared to be asleep. "What are you doing?" I asked her.

"My mom's on Survivor and she needs my shorts."

Of course.