I managed to get almost three episodes in before I started to nod off. I
checked the clock over the TV and sighed. It was only just after eleven;
was I really turning into an old, early-to-bed woman/man already? The
horror! I rolled off the couch and shut off the tv and all the lights,
plunging the house into a deep darkness.

"I'll be fine, don't worry! You're only going for a week."  {Assuring}

I let out a small chuckle and gave myself a little shake to dismiss the lingering fright that he'd caused and picked him up.

"Did you fall off the shelf?" I asked him quietly. I must have put
him back too close to the edge earlier and gravity had done its duty.