Sleepwalker

(This is partly based off of a true story)
Hello everyone. My name is Rex. I am here to confess to you my deepest darkest secret. When I was younger, I used to lock myself out of the house at night and make my parents wonder where I went. In that short time that I would be alone in the darkness, the clear night sky above my head, I would feel free. The stars shone down to me in their magnificance, and on the nights when there are clouds, I go out anyways for the second reason.
Before the motion-sensitive lights surrounding my house and the garage switch on, triggered by my movement, I sprint as fast as my athletic legs can carry me to the edge of the dark woods. I smile into the shadows and whisper, “I’ll come home someday. Don’t worry.” I said, and then turned to see the door open and my parents call for me. They would give me a scolding and send me to bed on those nights, and I never minded. I couldn’t sleep. I stayed awake for a long time, and when I did fall asleep, I usually found myself on the floor or lying down in front of my door the next morning.
I was a sleepwalker. One night… my unconscious mind took my dreams to the extreme. I was sleeping, as usual, when suddenly I woke up and felt this strange need to stare at my brother sleeping. My eyelids felt like 100 pound weights that I was trying to keep open as I walked down the stairs very slowly. It felt like I could fall over at any moment. Something really weird was happening.
I walked over to the couch where he was and stared at him for what seemed like all night. The next morning, I woke up back in my bed. What in the world?! That was... weird. Was I sleepwalking again? Or was this some sort of trick...?
(More coming soon)
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