The other night I woke up suddenly from a fairly intense dream. Everything was very dark and still and then I began to hear whispering. I leaned closer to Husband to see if it was just him breathing, but he was making no noise at all. I tried to go back to sleep but as I laid down, there it was again. So I got up to check the house and make sure no radio was on. I opened the kids' doors slowly, one by one, and everyone was asleep. I went downstairs and checked all the rooms. The house had never been so quiet. Or so dark. I felt completely spooked and I tiptoed through the dark to get back to bed. I closed my eyes and there was the whispering again. I thought to myself that I'm not ready to be going crazy.
And then it hit me. Of course. Husband's audiobook was playing on his mp3 player. By this time I was so annoyed, I turned on the light (barely apologizing to a startled Husband), found the player, and turned it off. As I went back to bed, I felt reassured that I hadn't been losing my mind and hearing voices. But then I wondered why it had taken me so long to figure out it was the player. Maybe I'm losing my mind after all!