I think I was sleepwalking the other night. I went to bed before Dollar (like I usually do) and woke up wondering if Murderface the cat was indoors. I must have been dreaming about spinning yarn though, because I got up, opened the door to the game room and saw Dollar on the futon.
AMY: Did... Did... Didn't...
AMY: Is... Didn't... Where...
DOLLAR: Murderface is inside. Is that what you wanted to know?
AMY: Where's my ply?
DOLLAR: Your... what?
AMY: Plah... My plied.
AMY: My plied yarn.
DOLLAR: ... Your plaid yarn?
AMY: [Frustrated, shuts door and walked downstairs. Sees Murderface curled up on a couch. Mind becomes clear.] Oh. There you are. [Starts to walk back upstairs.]
DOLLAR: [Coming down the stairs] I came to see if you're all right. I think you're sleepwalking.
AMY: I know, ha ha. I wasn't making any sense, right?
DOLLAR: No, you weren't.
AMY: Weird, haha haha. Well... good night.
I laughed myself to sleep about it and through the next few days. I felt like I was awake but I couldn't get my thoughts or my words clear. I said more stuff but I can't remember what now. Huh...