I’m not sure whether it was the cold, the heartburn or the fact that I was sitting upright in a chair that woke me at 5.30 this morning. Probably a combination of the three.
It was accompanied by the dawning realization that I had sleepwalked. Again.
Opening my eyes, all the tell-tale signs were there: chocolate wrappers around my feet, creaking stiffness from having sat, motionless, in the same position, and -– most obviously -- the fact that I was in my living room instead of my bed.
It is unusual for adults to start sleepwalking, especially if they didn’t do so as a child. Dr. Google tells me that people who talk in their sleep are slightly more prone to sleepwalking, and I certainly do that. But, otherwise, I don’t fit the pattern. Other things that make adults more likely to become sleepwalkers include: