I have narrowed the problem down to hot months and a little wine before bed: I sleepwalk. There are 3 known instances of alarm: the first happened as a child when I awoke lying in front of a fuzzy television ("They're heeeerrree.") The second occurred a couple years ago when I actually left my apartment, wandered down the hall until my ex woke up and found me, asked me what I was doing and I said, "It smells like toast." The third happened last night. I KNOW I went to sleep in my bedroom, but I woke in my living room sleeping on top of a blanket on top of notebooks and my computer.
Me so krazy.
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