Sixth the...out of rhymes

I don't think I ever really appreciated candles until we had a blackout.

As I was diligently beginning my homework on Monday night, the lights began to emit an eerie buzz. Flicker on, flicker off, and just like that, our world was plunged into darkness (this sounds more disastrous than it actually was).
My sister's away at Science Camp this entire week, so the normal cries of "ARRGH NOT A BLACKOUT!!!" I'd hear from her room weren't present. Instead, I blindly inched my way downstairs and found my parents lighting a few candles. These lifesavers helped me to squint painfully at the text If on a winter's night a traveler and 3 pages of my biology textbook before I collapsed back into my chair, massaging my wounded eyes and nursing a minor headache.
Seeing as it was a little past 9, I didn't want to risk taking a "nap" that would knock me out cold for the night and possibly make me miss the highly anticipated return of the power. Instead, I sat in the dark living room playing guitar and making up rules for a new game I've invented called What to Do When the World is Plunged Into Darkness.
Afterthought: the power came back on at 2 AM.

I've been thinking I should take a picture of the funky wire/spiral/leaf art project my sister brought home from class one day, and here it is. She's actually dressed up the chandelier with a lot of trinkets (like tiny stuffed animals wedged in here and there), but the best thing by far is the Funky Monkey:

P.S. Happy birthday to a certain young lady, turning 13? 14? Can't really remember