The Somnambulist

I've gotten used to sleepwalking, to hypnogogically patting the sheets for hallucinatory mice, to leaping out of bed full of the sound conviction that something has happened. I'm not delighted with any of it, but I've learned to deal with it, and so has the admirably patient adfamiliares.

This, on the other hand, is just too much.

Sleep-sit-ups? Are you serious, brain?