Sunday Night Life

Well, it happened again. It seems that my family is now haunted by sleepwalking. Sunday night, Dad, Mom & I were talking upstairs, with my little brother off to sleep. Suddenly, we heard the exuberant little voice of my brother exclaiming, "I'm going! I'm going!" and his footsteps running downstairs. I looked at my parents, they looked at me, and I ran downstairs after him. I found him running through the family room looking a little dazed. I asked him what he was doing and he stared at me. I told him, "Bud, it's just a dream. You're sleepwalking." I gave him a hug, and he walked up the stairs, looking more than a little disappointed. I turned off a light that I think he'd somehow turned on in my Dad's office, and headed back upstairs. Mom & I tucked him in and he immediately was fast asleep. We all laughed about it a bit and went back to bed. The next morning I told him about it, and he looked at me and laughed. He didn't remember one moment of the night before. Wonder where he was going...