When I was real young I woke up in the middle of the night, but I was not entirely awake. I could feel someone sitting beside my bed, stroking me and telling me that everything was ok. A feeling of peace had washed over me, and I fell back asleep. I didn't tell anyone about it, figuring it was a dream. When I was about sixteen, I went to a friend's house to sleep over. I arrived home early the next morning, just as my dad was leaving for work. As I laid down to get some sleep, I heard him drive off. I fell asleep, only to be awakened about an hour or two later to what I thought was my dad opening my bedroom door just a crack. He called my name, and then, seeing that I was ok, replied, "I just wanted to make sure you were ok." As a feeling of peace fell over me, I went back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later, I went to my mother's room and asked her why my dad hadn't left for work at the usual time. She told me that he had left at the usual time, and then I remembered that I had heard him drive off. Confused, I let the matter drop. This same thing happened to me again, a few years later. Again, I was returning from an overnighter at a friend's house, and again, the door did not open the entire way. I never remember seeing my father's face, but I know that the presence always felt like my dad. My friends and I talked this matter over, and the only thing that we could come up with is that I was either hallucinating from a lack of sleep, or it was my real father checking on me. I was adopted as a baby from Korea, and possibly my real father is not alive anymore. So maybe he checked on me to make sure I was ok.