Toast at 3:30

Whenever my Nana is here, she sleeps in my room. she did at first because it was closest to the bathroom, but now it's just because she really likes my bed. Whatever. So I sleep upstairs, (there is only one room upstairs, and we use it as kind of a den.) and the way my house is set up, the upstaris is all open and right nest to the kitchen and dining room.
So anyway, on Thursday night, I'm sleeping upstaris, and I wake up because I hear some movement downstairs. My first thought was that maybe it's 6 or something and my little sister is up way early because she feels the need to spend an hour getting ready every morning, so I check the time on my phone. It turns out, no, it's 3:30 in the morning. I just laid there for a couple minutes, trying to go back to sleep, but my curiousity overcame me.
I went downstairs to check who it was, and lo and behold, my nana was making toast. I ask her what she's doing, and she jumps and gives a little "Oh! you scared me!" Evidently, she thought it was time to get up, and everyone had left for school. I point to the clock on the oven, and she says that she noticed, but thought it was wrong. I point out that it's dark outside the window, and she says she thought it was light outside because there's a streetlight outside my window. I just end up sort of rolling my eyes and going back to bed and she just decided to eat her toast, because she already made it.

I just realized I did some weird things with tense in this blog, but I'm too lazy to fix it.