Ella B. Free (8)

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Glen

On May 17th, at 9.41 p. m., she came in looking tired. She wore her denim bib overalls and an orange top with black sneakers. Even when she was tired she smiled at me. I asked her how she was and she explained it to me. She hadn’t slept well for days. She was a sleepwalker and she couldn’t know for sure but she felt tired when she woke up and things looked different in her apartment, so she was probably moving things around in her sleep. But she didn’t like taking pills. She said:

–I sleep with my bedroom door closed now, in case I went into the kitchen and something bad should happen. I’m a bit scared, to tell you the truth.

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