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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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Date: 11/27/2023 11:40:00 AM
I suppose it's better to sleepwalk than to sleep drive. Keep writing, Angelica:)
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