One night last week -
I crawled under the cover with my book,
and read until I can't keep my eyes open.
A few pages later, I closed my book.
Turned off my bedside lamp, and I slept.
The time -somewhere between 10:30 and 11:30 PM.
I suddenly woke up.
I opened my eyes and the room was pitch black.
My head felt woozy.
My body was a bit sore.
The bed felt slightly strange to me.
Then I realized that I was in Emma's room,
and had been asleep on Emma's bed.
I got up dazed and confused.
I glanced up at the clock and it read 2:00.
Walked back to our bedroom and went back to sleep.
How I got to Emma's room, I have no clue.
Usually Emma will try to jump in on our bed,
and I take her back to her own bed.
Sometimes, she'll let me go back to my room,
but most of the time I end up sleeping with her.
I usually remember when that happens,
but that one night last week - nothing.
Nada.
Zip.
Blank.
It was (and still is) a bit scary,
not being able to remember the how and why.
I know that it happens a lot to other people, just not to me.
I still have the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it.
SUNRISE
What a beautiful morning!
4 comments:
sleepwalker ka?
The same thing happens to me!
I wake up in front of "Adam & Eve!"
(tee-hee)
Not a bad place to be my dear! Right????
That is really scary!!! Although you could do worse. I was just listening to a story on NPR last weekend about a guy who actually jumped through the glass of a second story hotel window and went running down the street in his undies before he woke up.
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