Christmas Morning: Last night around

Christmas Morning: Last night around 4am I woke up to a start as K clawed her fingernails into my leg. She whispered, "The light's on!" and I looked to see that our livingroom light was on even though it should be off. Logically, there must be a bad guy in our house. I've done this before: check the closets, check the doors, but this time I was carrying a dream with me where I had gotten AIDS from the claws of the kittens and I had already accepted death and I really had no plan of what to do if I should find someone in my house, ready to kill. We have a cheap IKEA lamp that has a middle bulb that turns on and off occasionally of its own will, it turns out. Or maybe the AIDS dream came after. Then, I woke up to my pager a few hours later because Amazon's site is broken. Ho Ho Ho.