I talk in my sleep. I didn’t know this until I went to college & I got a roommate. Up to this point, I didn’t think Whitney did, until…
[interior]
[my bedroom, 6am]
Bella: mphrfhfhfhfhfh…chicken
Me: Huh?
B [mumbly]: did you take the chicken out of the oven?
Me: Huh?
B [annoyed, distinct]: Did you take the chicken out of the OVEN?! It’ll burn..
[I go to the kitchen and verify that the only think in the cold oven is the breadstone, then return]
Me: Honey, there’s no chicken in the oven…
B: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….[snore]
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Ah, good to see sleeptalking is catching.