Sleep for me is a commodity hard to come by. Summers have me working with my students 12 to 14 hours each day and then coming home to work on my writing for another 3-4 hours before going to bed. Doesn't leave much time for resting. But when I was growing up, maybe I shouldn't have tried to sleep so much.
I was a sleepwalker.
Not exactly the kind that roamed the streets at night but the kind my siblings could get to do funny things when I was asleep.
I remember one time I was napping during a hot Saturday afternoon and I later discovered my sister came into the room while I was sleeping. Did I mention I was also prone to talk in my sleep? I can't remember if she tried to get me talking but the one thing I DO remember is suddenly waking up inside my closet where I decided I needed to change my clothes instead of finishing my nap.
Then there was the time I was SURE it was time to get ready for school and I sleepwalked into the kitchen so I could make myself a fried egg sandwich. I woke up with the frying pan in my hand and Janet smiling at me. My sister would typically watch out for me...sometimes laughing at my antics...but always playing the big sister to make sure I didn't get into too much trouble.
I eventually outgrew the urge to wander in my sleep but unfortunately it was replaced with nightmares and night terrors until I graduated high school. With THAT kind of vivid imagination, maybe instead of writing children's stories, I should have followed in the footsteps of Stephen King and focused on thrillers instead?
But do you remember your brother trying to get you to believe you were late for school? And he kept pushing you to hurry and eat your cereal. Then you started to cry so we woke you up and told you it was Saturday.
ReplyDeleteHi Janet! Yes, I remember that. You weren't the only one who found my sleepwalking entertaining...;~)
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