Thankfully, no

She fearfully peered over the edge of the bed, onto the floor. Her father was completely tangled up in the blanket. Mercifully for her, it had flapped over his head, covering him like a ghost. He hadn't seen her. But that would not stay true for long. He would soon get up, and then what would she do? She frantically looked around for her discarded nightshirt in the pools of darkness on the floor. Her hands fumbled around in the darkness, searching for it, while her heart pounded in her chest.