I guess I must have sleepwalked. I guess I must have gotten out of bed and stripped down and headed for the front door. And I guess since there was no one to stop me I must have made it out that door and just started walking because when I finally snapped out of it I was anywhere but the safety of my home.

I woke up tonight about a block away from my house and naked from head to toe. I woke up and it was a Saturday and by the time on my watch I could see that the bars had let out about five minutes ago.

My graduation from college had only happened about a year ago and I was still so attached to my college apartment that I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it and move somewhere a bit more upscale. This meant that my neighborhood was filled with college students and that peak time on the streets was night time just after the bars let out. The streets were about to be swarming with people, and I was completely naked and exposed out here.

I felt myself freeze. It honestly took me like a full minute to process what had happened and where I was. Coming out of a sleepwalking episode isn’t like waking up on an ordinary day. It’s far more confusing and surreal, you honestly don’t remember even who you are for a moment and you’re operating mainly on instinct and emotion here.

And as previously stated, when I wake up there is only one instinct and emotion running through my body.

I found myself trembling in spite of the warmth of the air. Trembling as there was an ache deep inside of me and I looked around at the darkened streets and tried to find something to satisfy my needs. If I hadn’t been alone I was sure that it wouldn’t matter who was around me, I would use them to satisfy me fully and completely right there in the street.