Sleepwalking in the Dark

I begin to suspect that I am a sleepwalker.

When I showered this morning I found a dark-brown substance crusted around my fingernails and deep scratches on my face. Part of me hopes that the two are directly related, but the fact that I have no nails speaks to some other explanation.

I have no memory of anything but deep, dreamless sleep.

I trust you understand me.

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