My dad has forever been a sleep talker, walker and even driver. But of us three daughters, Heather (middle) is the only one to show signs of following him.
I have occasionally mumbled and flapped around in bed but nothing too exciting,
UNTIL the other night,
I was having a dream I had to (100% commitment) catch a man who was trying to find a small girl to kill (!!???! I know right?)
I had cornered him in a gloomy, concrete alleyway, approx 3m wide and I was standing at the entrance with him cornered at the end.
There was only one way to escape and it was through me. He turned, and ran full-tit towards me -assuming if he moved quick enough passed one side I wouldn't be able to get a good enough hold of him.
I was far too determined, However.
I dropped into a 'Bring it on' stance and was ready for him.
All I had to do was get a good grip of something; t-shirt, pants, arm. anything and I'd be able to off-balance and catch him.
In my bent knee, prepped position, I was ready to pounce. Hands flexed and eyes watching which side he'd go around me,
Closer.
Closer.
He dodged right.
I put all my weight into driving after him. Right arm out, grasping for his shirt.....
SWIPE. DONK.
....throwing my arm into the second shelf of my bookcase; my books, ornaments and pens jumble and fall to the ground. Once kneeling on my bed, I am now nearly falling out, searching my hand for blood.
Reassured I am not hurt, I casually lay back down and go to sleep.
It's only in the morning, that I realize what I've done.
My hand has bruises, cuts and a blood blister on my palm. My bed and floor have things splayed everywhere, and I have this incomplete feeling and that I let the man go....
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