CPM can attest that I am a wild sleeper. I talk. I kick. I talk and kick. He told me that once we had an entire conversation about furniture that I thought he had purchased for my sister. I was sound asleep.
Last night was the worst I can remember. I (sort of) woke up and thought that something alien was crawling on the ceiling of my bedroom. It reminded me of the thing in the movie Alien, the thing that attached itself to people's faces to inject the big alien in their stomachs. I was screaming in terror. I know I woke CPM up. That was the most scared that I've been in a long time. I need to relax.
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