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For as long as I'd known, I'd been walking in my sleep. 

My mother, Erica, did the same and she told me that her mother had as well. 

What was strange was just how far I could go in my unconscious state. I had once very nearly hopped off the roof of my house, and had woken in the middle of the road too many times. 

Drugs, acupuncture, feng shui you name it I'd tried it, and nothing ever worked.

I'd reached the point where I learned to live with it. Sure, it was really embarrassing, sometimes life-threatening, but it was unavoidable. 

Besides, it added to my charm. Possibly.

"You mean the Raphael Sutton has taken you on?"

"Is it really that unbelievable?" I asked in reply, holding my cellphone to my ear with my shoulder as I tried to work the cap off of one of my various pill bottles.

Beatrice was another dancer in the Chicago Ballet, and one of the few friends I'd managed to make among the various high-browed performers I'd met. 

"He's a bit of a legend, you know."

"Oh, I know." I muttered, jumping back as the bottle shot open and various capsules fell to the ground like some kind of junkie confetti.

"Is that all you called me at three a.m. to talk about?" she asked somewhat irritably, yawning audibly.

"I was just in his apartment."

"God, I thought you just met him today-"

"-I did!" 

"Well I guess that's one way to make sure he doesn't decide to find another dancer to take your place..."

I coughed up the pill I was in the process of swallowing.

"Bea, I was only there because I had an episode."

"Oh," she laughed, "Do you think it's your subconscious trying to tell you something?"

"I barely know the guy and I already know he's a prick. I'd say 'no'."

"Come on, Kat. He's probably loaded and I hear he doesn't look half bad either-"

"-No. I think you need more sleep than I do."


"Good night Bea. Or morning. Whichever it is."

I hung up and, sighing, proceeded to swallow my pills in peace. 

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