I was concious of things in an entirely different way, of course. I was still posessed of the power of reason, but my line of reasoning was completely altered, causing me to think and do some pretty bizarre things. This, of course, is nothing new -- I have inherited from both sides of my family a habit of strange nightly antics. One of the most recent of these famed episodes of my barely concious brain making itself noticed was when I rushed into my parents' room, all out of breath, to ask them where Kim was. (This was around the time of the infamous science fair project.)
Mom: Kim isn't here, sweetie. I think you should go back to bed.
Me: No...no.
Mom: (laughing) Do you know where you are?
Me: Yes, I know exactly where I am! (stomps back to room)
There have been many, many of these over the course of my life. Also notable is the time I fainted the night before my clarinet exam. However, I worry more about the fact that I am known to call out in my sleep. Most of the time my mother assures me it makes less sense than the rantings of a feverish lunatic, but I still fear that someday someone is going to find something out that they aren't supposed to know.
My brother, on the other hand, is notorious for sleepwalking. I'm not sure whether it's a guy thing to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but it's definetly a JT thing to end up in the most un-bathroomlike places, such as the attic or the closet.
Never mind the effects of drug-induced sedation. Just come over to my place at two in the morning.
Epilogue (thursday): Last night I slept for nine hours.
Goodbye Isabelle. Jenna, I hope you're having fun.
1 comment:
i find that if you have trouble sleeping, the worst thing you can do is just lie there thinking about how you can't sleep. if i were you, i would try to quietly occupy myself until i fell asleep. you should try reading or aimlessly doodling or something while sitting up in bed. i've also found that lavender tea helps, though i don't know how.
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