I am sure that you all are familiar with the tales of my sister Kristebel's behaviour during her varying stages of light sleep. For those of you who are not, you must simply know that she has a tendency to execute odd behaviours and take up strange conversations while she is apparently sleeping. Last night there was another occurrence of this strangety.
At about three o' clock in the morning, she sat bolt upright and looked about wildly with a panicked expression on her face. "I cannot think," she intoned desperately, leaping to her feet. "I cannot think of anything!" And with this remark she took leave of the premises and fled from my room.
There was a cat between me and the side of my bed; I know not how I managed to leap over him without causing him harm. But as soon as my feet were on the ground I took up pursuit of my troubled sibling and followed her to the top of the stairs where she stood, apparently ready to fling herself down the steps.
"I cannot think of anything," she repeated, and then a new panic lit in her eyes. "I CANNOT FEEL MY ARM," she declared loudly, and proceeded to implore that I rub her arm for her. As I acquiesced to this request, some sort of calmness and understanding seemed to come over her and she relaxed slightly. Eventually I was able to direct her back to my room, where she sat down as if nothing had happened and went back to sleep shortly thereafter. I, meanwhile, stayed awake for some time, my heart pounding with residual panic.
When I now speak to her regarding this matter, she says that she does not remember all of it, but can recall standing at the top of the stairs as I caught up with her. I am simply glad that I managed to take hold of her before she tripped down the steps and did herself some great injury.