The art of sleepwalking . . .

I have always been an odd sleeper. My mum in fact even told me that as a child I would come down the stairs a few hours after bedtime and with eyes open I would sit down on the couch beside them completely unresponsive and unspeaking and my mum would say “its time for bed” and I would go back to my room. Entirely asleep. Creepy right? Well I think so. Lucky for me, if before bedtime I tell myself no dreams, no sleep walking, no sleep talking then I tend to not to do it but remembering to do so isn’t always my forte.

So my poor Josh puts up with an awful lot of my sleep chatting but I think he has at least gotten used to it now as long as I’m not too annoying! (one night I may or may not have rolled over sat up and pointed my finger at an awake Josh and told him under no uncertain terms that, “There will be no drugs in this house!” Apparently it was quite frightening, I wouldn’t know, I was still asleep. Sorry cutie!) but anyway, it wasn’t until I uploaded these photos on flickr that I noticed it, my eyes are closed for most of these pictures! I promise I was awake this time but apparently windy weather means keeping my eyes open is extremely difficult!

and one last one for good measure. I call this mid-nap jess . . .


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