So, I talk in my sleep, and I often hear about the things that I say at sleepovers the next morning.
This particular story takes place probably about 12 years ago. My friend came over to have an overnighter with me. When the time came to go to bed, I was the first to fall asleep (pretty sure that's the only time that's ever happened). A little background for you. I used to sleep on the bottom of a bunk bed that my sister and I used to share. Having my own room at this point, the top level was used as a glorious breeding ground for stuffed animals. Both levels had curtains as well. I couldn't sleep with the lights off for most of my childhood. It just wasn't an option. So overnights usually didn't happen because, well, most people can't sleep with the light on. But for whatever reason, my friend decided to spend the night this night. She waited until I was asleep and then crept out of her sleeping bag to turn off the lights. But here's the other thing, I also happen to move around quite a bit when I sleep (it can reach violent levels). It just so happened that my timing in doing this was right when she reached to turn off the light. Because of the curtain, she couldn't tell if I was awake or asleep. So she kept the light on, waiting until I stopped stirring. Some time passed and she felt confident again that I was asleep, so she reached for the light once more. But again, I stirred and mumbled in my sleep, causing her to think that I was awake. So she waited again to turn the light off until she thought I was asleep. Finally, after a while of silence from me, she reached for the light again. As she was just about to flip the switch, I sat up and yelled, "Don't take the fart! Don't take the fart!". Needless to say, this kinda startled her. She ended up giving up on trying to turn the light off and crawled back into her sleeping bag to face the long night ahead of her.
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