When I was a kid, I loved the Johnny Carson Show, but Mom
rarely let me stay up to watch it (technically, by the time I loved it, the
show was called The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson).
The room my sister and I shared had a small TV, and I would
sometimes get up in my sleep, turn on Johnny, and sit at the foot of my twin
bed, watching.
Every time, Mom would stomp into my room, and ask WHAT I
THOUGHT I WAS DOING. Every time, since one is not always so smart when
sleepwalking, I would very indignantly reply I AM WATCHING JOHNNY CARSON.
Mom snapped off the TV, I got back under the covers, and it
was over until 10:30 the next night that I fell asleep mad that I didn’t get to
watch.
One night I sleepwalked, and maybe it was Saturday or Sunday,
because instead of watching Johnny, I really wanted to write a letter.
Mom found me standing on the kitchen counter near the chair
I’d dragged over, head and arms in the cabinets, shoving bowls and plates and
glasses out of my way, urgently trying to find paper and pens.
In her usual fashion, Mom said WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
DOING?
I gave her my best ARE YOU JUST STUPID OR WHAT look and said
I. Am. Writing. A. Letter.
The chair was quickly put in its proper place and so was I
and the next day I had to straighten up all the cupboards even though I had no
memory of being the one who messed them up.
Have you ever sleepwalked? If so, what's the goofiest thing you did?
