Where'd he go?

This morning I woke up to a visitor in my bed: Annaleise. She visits a lot. But I don't mind. She sleeps like a rock and for the most part we never notice when she's sleeping in our bed. She does tend to leave her bedroom light on and the door open when she leaves her room to come into ours. So I went to turn off the light and shut her door so that Eric could sleep in peace. When I went in to check on him he wasn't where I had left him last night. He wasn't on the little princess couch on the floor. There was a lump on his bed so I checked it out, but it was just a blanket over a pillow. I checked the lump on Leise's bed, but that was just a wadded up blanket. At this point I started into mini-panic mode. Where was my boy?! He wasn't in my room, he wasn't in the living room, not the baby's room, not the bathrooms, not the kitchen. Eric! Where did you go?!

He's under his bed behind all his toys, squished between the blocks and the walls sleeping ever so peacefully.

I wonder if it was the thunderstorm that had him scurrying for cover under his bed. If so, then he got that from me. If not, well then, I have no idea what he's doing under the bed.

I was afraid the flash might wake him up, so no picture this time.