Little Sleepwalker?

I headed up the stairs to get on the treadmill this morning and glanced in the direction of Hana's bedroom to find the door wide open...at 6:30 am. I found it odd, but figured she must have got up right after I put her in bed and wandered around and then gone back to bed, forgetting to close her door. She frequently does this, we just usually catch her in the act because she slams her door shut when she goes back in. I went to shut her door so I could keep the treadmill noise as quiet as possible and I peeked in her room to find an empty bed. I turned on the light and verified it. Yep, an empty bed. My heart raced as I checked under the bed and every corner, nook and cranny of her room. I then yelled so Joe could hear me through the monitor, "Joe! Hana's not in her room!"

Logically I knew she couldn't be far. The doors to the outside are as kid-proof as they can be and they chirp when opened. Surely that chirp would wake me in the middle of the night. I ran to her playroom, stood there and tried to think. Where would she be? The tent! I unzipped the tent knowing 100% in my heart she was going to be sleeping soundly inside since that is where I often find her during the day and where she often asks to nap. She wasn't there. At this point I'm in full-blown panic mode. Where the heck could she be?! I began screaming at the top of my lungs, "Hana! Hana! Where are you?! Hana, please answer me!" Then I heard Joe yelling from downstairs, "Here she is! She's down here!" I yell back, "Where? Where is she?" As I made my way down the stairs and into the living room he said, "She was asleep on the couch." And there she was. All snuggled up under a blanket. On the couch. In the living room. Where I had just walked past and even turned on a lamp as I headed upstairs. She seemed a little confused, definitely startled, frightened and thinking she was in trouble. I hugged her and assured her she was not in trouble that I was only scared, not angry, because I couldn't find her.

We still can't get much of an answer out of her as to why she came downstairs, why she didn't come to our room, how long she had been on the couch (not that we really expect a definite answer to that one) or if she even remembers coming downstairs and getting on the couch. We thought she might have been sleepwalking only because she seemed so startled by everything and that's just not really the way she is. She's the type that is usually 100% on point even as soon as she wakes up. We'll never know what happened or if she was really sleep walking, but I did check the freezer and my purse wasn't in there and Joe checked the oven and the couch pillows weren't in it...Sorry, that's a little Step Brothers humor for you.