A Night in the Life of a Sleep-Walker

Ladies and Gentleman, I have a G-R-E-A-T story for you. Unless my mother has already gotten to you first, then that changes everything.

So last night, I couldn't sleep. For some reason, whenever I have a sleep-walking experience, its on nights that I'm unable to sleep. Anyway, I felt myself get out of bed at what my brain was telling me was 6:30 a.m. I grabbed my uniform and took it with me to the shower. It was weird. I could feel myself walking, but I had no self-control. I get in the tub, somehow turn on the shower, and go blank. I think I really woke up in the shower. I had my eyes closed, but I was conscious. I got out of the shower and laid down on the rug. Then, fully awake, eyes wide open, I brushed my teeth, applied deodorant, et cetera et cetera. Then, I realize that, no, I hadn't grabbed my uniform to change into, I had grabbed a pair of shorts. I walk out with a towel wrapped around my waist, only to find that everyone was asleep. I walk into my room, to look at my clock. It goes from 2:59 to 3:00 a.m. It was NOT 6:30. My mother asks me the same question I'm asking myself, "What the heck just happened?" She interrogates me. Are you confused? Are you sick? Did you throw up? No. I think I would've known if I did any of that. She convinces me to go back to bed. I am awaken at the REAL 6:30 in the morning, and I don't have to take a shower! hahaha. I explain to my mother that it must have been sleep walking. I get to school, and all my friends are in shock, disbelief, and every single one of them found the story quite humorous. Now I think that I'm like Katie from Paranormal Activity.

Welcome to the life of an avid sleep-walker.

Color Me Gone,

Zach