sleepwalking
Medoc, are you here?
I've been sleepwalking again, my dear.
The plants are moving under the rug
I've developed a sleepwalking problem. I wake up in the middle of the night and walk around like I'm awake and talk nonsense. I try to get out of the house. I don't remember anything of it. My husband said last time I did this, he was tempted to run out of the house screaming that he needed an old priest and a young priest to battle for my soul. Why am I doing this? And why do I love knowing that I do this?