(Continuation from part 2 ).
We both fell asleep, though I awoke several times due to the strange design of the tricked-out pull-out futon, a genius design which caused the top third of the bed to be a few inches higher than the rest of the bed. Luckily, Isabella slept through the night.

As I mentioned, Isabella was referred to a sleep center for an overnight sleep study.
The plan was this: Isabella and I would spend the night while a team of sleep specialists from around the world recorded every neural impulse from Isabella and fed them into a supercomputer which would crunch the data and spit out a cure, preferably in the form of a sugar-coated one-time-use pill. Or something like that.
Here’s how it went down.

Remember again how I discussed inheriting things from your parents – bad things? (It keeps coming back to this, doesn’t it?) One example might be excessive daytime sleepiness. I can fall asleep anywhere at any time – that’s why Carrie drives on long trips (don’t tell my life insurance company… we renewing our term right now!).