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...
DOLLAR: What?
AMY: ...
DOLLAR: ...
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.
DOLLAR: Plaid?
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...
2 comments:
yeah, sounds like you were having a little sonambular adventure, there...*giggles*
I used to do that as a kid a LOT, but I've grown out of it. I think. I mean, I don't usually have anyone around to tell me that I've been doing weird stuff in my sleep, so maybe I HAVEN'T. That would explain why I keep waking up with dirt under my nails and leaves in hair, huh?
Uhh...I mean...yeahhhhh...
Dollar woke me up in the middle of the night this past weekend. There was a lightning/thunder storm and he knows I'm scared of them. So he WOKE ME UP, asked if I was all right, I said, "Wha...?" and spent the rest of the night awake, terrified and hating him.
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