Call me Somnambula

Well, I'm pretty sure I sleep-walked last night. This is the first time I've done it since I was a kid. I remember being in bed and people were talking distinctly outside the window. Something about rebuilding after the hurricane (clue 1: we thankfully had no lasting hurricane damage). I got up to find out what was going on with the loud talking, and had the distinct impression it was daylight.

Except, I don't really remember getting up and the next thing I knew, I was in my dark hallway, in my house that's silent as a tomb except for the neighbor's dog barking. It was just after midnight. It took me a minute to figure out why the talking had disappeared and I leaned against the doorframe trying to figure it all out.

Of course, the most unbelievable part was that I didn't scrape my shin on the bench at the end of my bed, as I do almost every night when I get up, at least half-awake, to go to the bathroom.