Sleeping Soundly
I sleepwalk sometimes.
They all say I do.
They all say that’s bad.
I wake up, and I feel like something horrible happened.
Like- I think I’m alive still, but everything is shaking.
It feels like I’m going to walk downstairs, and the lamp is broken somehow,
Like- the house was robbed and I didn’t notice, but I’m clairvoyant so I know it happened.
Yes, there’s a mess and they’re yelling, but it was just me this time.
I was sleepwalking so I was being weird.
I was sleepwalking so I made a mess in the kitchen.
I’m not weird when I’m awake.
I’m hallucinating when I’m awake.
But I pretend I’m not.
They wonder what’s going on in me.
But they just think I’m a sleepwalker.
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