Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Many of my friends know that I am a somnambulist. I haven't had an episode that I am aware of in a really long time. The trouble is, when I have had an episode, the only way I can tell is by the evidence that is before me the next morning. It's possible that I have somnambulated (now that is just plain fun to say) many times and have awakened blissfully unaware.
Here are some examples of things I have awakened to discover:
Very large pieces of furniture moved
Brand new towels neatly cut into 2" wide strips
My nightgown on the lawn in the back yard (that's Robyn's favorite)
A lamp overturned and a very large bruise on my arm
The smell of pasta burning to black embers in a frying pan in a smoke-filled house
Now why can't I do something fantastic in my sleep? Do a 1000-calorie burning workout. Mow the lawn. Clean the house and do laundry.
Sometimes I wake up after an 8 or 9-hour night of sleep and I feel exhausted. Have I been up all night, running around my back yard naked? I'll never know.