My oldest...well, she was reading.
She didn't even have a flashlight. She tilting the book just right to catch the light from the closet (which must remain lit at all times, lest a monster decide to take nest there).
When she noticed I was standing at the door, she grinned.
"I'm at a really good part."
The "Mom" part of me that will have to drag her out of bed in the morning was exasperated, but the "Reader" part of me trumped the Mom.
I remember reading in the dark. I love the feeling of being so drawn into a story that sleep becomes a non-priority.
So, as a fellow reader, I winked at her and whispered,
"Finish this chapter, then time to put it away."
What about you? Tell me your story. Ever stayed up way past your bedtime just to find out who gets the girl? Or, better yet, who done it?