Lanie Not Sleeping

I found Lanie sitting straight up in bed last night when I went to the bathroom at 2:00 am, looking around, dazed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I am seeing that my blankets are very messy," she answered.
"It's time to sleep," I said.
"So, it's too messy around here," she told me.
"Good night Lanie," I told her.
"I think your room is not messy in your bed," she said.
"Yes, my room is messy. My bed is very messy."
"I'll just check," she told me.
Lanie 1 point, me 0.
Can't argue at 2:00am.