I am not a sleepwalker. I have never been one to get up in the middle of the night while I was not awake. The closest I ever came to sleepwalking was one evening when I was still in elementary school. I woke up and found myself sitting up in the bed. I wasn’t dreaming about getting up or sitting up. I don’t remember that I was dreaming about anything at all. I briefly considered what was going on and decided to aggressively fall back onto my pillow.
What I didn’t realize was that I was not sitting up in my bed with the head of the bed and my pillow behind me. I was in a twin bed sitting with my feet hanging off the side. Since the head of the bed was against the wall with room on either side of the bed, I flipped out of the bed headfirst instead of flopping back into the mattress. My parents heard me, and my father called out asking me what was going on. I responded, “I fell out of the bed. Landed on my head.” He replied, “Don’t hurt yourself.”