Sleepwalking

Aug 02, 2006 12:19

I started sleepwalking again. I used to do it almost every night when I was really little, and it started to occur less and less as I aged. My mother sleepwalked until she was about 14. My grandma did it until she was about the same. My mother used to leave the house and walk around the busy street she lived on, so my grandma put a padlock on the door. My grandma shared a room with her three sisters and once sat on her sister Carol's head.
The past few weeks I've walked in my sleep quite a bit. I would wake up with bruises from hitting the coffee table.
I always lock the door to my room when I sleep in my room and not on the couch. It's a strange habit. Yesterday I went to open my door when I woke up and it was unlocked already. Peculiar, I thought, very peculiar.
This morning was interesting. I woke up and fumbled around my nightstand for my glasses. I remember putting them down last night and knocking over my sake set. I set things straight and looked for my glasses. I checked on the floor. Nothing. I gave up and went to take my morning leak when... there were my glasses, in the bathroom, by my contacts...
It's like I'm playing small-scale practical jokes on myself. It's really weird.
Stay tuned for tonight's installment of "Kirby's Amy's Adventures in Dreamland."
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