As far as I know, my sister Linda, only went sleep walking once.
As far as I know, I only went sleep walking once in my life.
I guess, we were just one and done as far as sleep walking went.
I don’t remember how old Linda was when she had her little nocturnal foray – but we were still living in Essexville, so that would put it in the early 60s.
My folks woke up to find Linda standing next to their bed.
Linda asked where the (I forget the kind, but I’m pretty sure it was cherry) pie was.
When my rightfully confused folks, responded, what?
Linda said, “Never mind, I’ll go look in the toy chest.”
And she went back to bed.
And that was that.
I didn’t go sleep walking until my early 20s.
I was living with my Grandma then.
I woke up to a very bright room.
It was very bright because, in my sleep, mind you, I got up and took down all the curtains in the room (there were two windows – with curtains and sheers), folded them up, placed them on the bed, and then went back to bed.
I have no idea how I managed to get the curtains down.
The top of the windows were pretty high.
And I have vague recollections of a dream where I was tugging on some fabric.
But I got them down and folded up – very nicely too.
Much nicer than I would probably have done had I been awake.
I don’t have that kind of patience when I’m wide awake.
And I did it all without waking up my Grandma who was sleeping in the next room.
Not only am I kind of weird, apparently, I’m sneaky too.