I was hiding from my family without recognition of what I was doing. I was in 2nd grade and it was 2 hours past my bedtime. The day before I had committed, what I thought was a crime, and was scared. I woke to my parents answering a phone call and mentioning my name. The first thing that I thought was to hide. Or that’s what I thought I should do. My parents found me asleep in my pantry after frantically searching the house. They hugged me in their arms and questioned what I was doing. I knew what I was doing.. I just didn’t know how I did it. It’s been nine years since that day, and I can say that I have changed considerably for the better or worse, who knows. But my sleeping habit has not changed, and it deprives me of sleep. For example.. now :T Hey, thanks for reading so late at night if you are. If not, well.. crud. If you’d like to know more about what I’m experiencing, check out my book on Amazon.com known as Indistinguishable Dreams. Enjoy your evenings. Thanks for the constant encouragement Mr. Durham for creating this book, it surely wasn’t easy. Bye.
