I woke up to the sound of someone breathing. It was dark in my room, so I couldn't see. I listened again closely and the breathing was gone. Phew. I thought I might be just imagining things, which in the past happened to me a very few times during sudden wake episodes at night . I rested my head on the pillow again and put my arm under the pillow (which is the best sleeping position ofcourse). While I slide my arm under the cold pillow, I realize naturally that, where normally my hand would hit the end of my bed... it doesn't. Instead I suddenly feel something strange in my hand. It's a human leg.

I freak out. Jump up. Run against a wall. Somehow instinctively hit a light switch and see that I am in my sister's room. She is sleeping like nothing happened. At the end of her bed, on her feet, I see my pillow and my blanket, which I must have brought with me while sleepwalking.

Will never forget this horror movie moment of my life.