"Do you remember anything?" She asked him. She'd had some odd dreams...But she couldn't quite remember what they were. People didn't sleepwalk in pairs...so how had they gotten in each other's beds?
"No," he said. "But...could you put something on please?" She grabbed Jon's bathrobe off the back of the door and heading to the bathroom.
Nothing felt odd. Jon thought that it should feel odd though. He headed down the hall to get cleaned up himself, totally forgetting about the rock.
Linda stripped off the robe and hopped in the shower. The shower only took five minutes, just a bit of shampoo, some soap, and out. Drying off and putting the robe back on, she crossed back into Jon's room before pausing, looking down the hall toward the Master Bedroom. The idea of going down there felt wrong. She started to think on what it could mean. She was supposed to be getting dressed. She quickly closed the door. Dressed consisted of a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. She suddenly started, realizing what she had done. It was an action she'd performed hundreds of times...getting dressed in the morning, to the point she didn't even think about it.
Something was definitely wrong here.
