Night Id

Last night, after having been asleep some time, I woke up inexplicably angry. There was a cat curled against my shin, and I pushed it–hard–to make it go away. Splat: an ungraceful landing. 

That wasn’t a very nice thing to do, I thought. But I shook it off, because I was still SO FUCKING MAD.

Mr. Pistol was sleeping with his back to me, and every time he breathed, there was a click. I reached out and shoved him. Hard. He shifted contentedly. The click remained. Bastard.

I figured I should get out of bed, before I did something crazy.

So I walked the length of the apartment in the dark. I could hear, faintly, that the toilet was running. I went into the bathroom and jiggled the handle. It stopped. I was pleased with myself. What a good citizen I am, I thought, and went back to bed.

Does that count as sleepwalking, or am I just an asshole?

by Pistol Whip | 3 May 2007 | random | Comments