Sleepwalking

Blog entry posted by Jesse Gilsinger on 08/16 at 10:13 AM
Category: Gilsinger

I was on vacation with my mother in Florida.  I was probably 12 or 13 years old.  We had a hotel room by the beach on the ground floor. 

I awake standing, on the beach.  It is beautiful, the warm sunlight and the ocean.  It's peaceful.  A couple walks by, arm-in-arm.  They glance at me and smile.  I become a little more awake, and look down.  I am standing there on the beach in tighty-whities with half of a morning boner.  I turn and run back 100 yards to the hotel room, finding the door hanging wide-open (presumably as I left it).  My mother was still asleep.

What really sucked is that I had to go barefoot over this line of trees that left spiky crap all over the sand and I had to pick some little spines out of my feet. I can't imagine how I got through it the first time without it waking me up.