I was an avid sleep walker when I was younger. One of my favorite past times. I would FREAK my family out because I’d get up in the middle of the night and walk into their room and stand over them for a little while. Or Sometimes I would sleep walk my way into the dark living room and I would wake up and not know where I was. So I would start yelling for my sister. She would eventually hear me and have to come guide me back to my bed. LOL!
Mmmmhmmm. A real sweetheart. None of them wanted to get attacked by a crazed sleepwalker so for the most part they would mostly ignore me or let my sister do the dirty work. :-)
There was this one time. I got up to and walked into the bathroom. I remember walking closing the door and sitting turning the water on in the tub. I also remember my dad knocking on the door and asking me what I was doing. And for some reason It didn't wake me up.
Dad: what are you doing!?!?
Me: Ummm…I'm finishing my bath (apparently I took one earlier that night and i guess I wasn't finished)…what are YOU doing!?!!?
Dad: Turn the water off and go back to bed!!
Me: When I'm finished!
Dad: GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!
I shrugged and that's all I remember and the next morning I found the bathroom floor all wet.
Now it’s your turn.