Claire
Master Chef
To inject some humor, one time I was at a symposium with a couple of my sisters. One was pregnant, and the room had two double beds. I have insomniac tendencies. My sis and I decided to let pregnant sis have a bed to herself. Roll of eyes. It had been many years since I'd slept with my sisters, and the one I was in bed with liked to kick me to death. The pregnant sis in the next bed talked. All night. I'd forgotten (I left home straight out of school at 18) that she can carry on an entire conversation in her sleep. I talk in my sleep, and know many who do, but you'd swear you're talking to her (I have it on good word that I just babble, most people I know who talk in their sleep do), she starts up a conversation and it takes you about 10 or more minutes to realize she's asleep. So I'm getting my legs kicked in the bed, and my other sister just won't shut up, but she isn't awake. I swore, never again.
