I used to love that feeling! I loved the quiet and totally "me" time. I have always been a night owl and when I had my babies, it was so wonderful being up for that middle of the night feeding, just the 2 of us. When I was younger I would get a lot done in those wee hours of the morning. There was nothing on TV at that time, so I would read, sew or crochet, even straighten up the house if it was needed. Since I have retired I don't seem to do it anymore. Maybe my brain isn't needing the solitude anymore.