Somnambulist breeze

"(all of The king of somnambulists demands more and better moons, no other writeups in this node) (idea) by "etouffee">etouffee (18.3 hr) Sat Jul 10 2004 at 20:20:12
There are a multitude of windows upstairs Some half open and filled with blue moonlight. Others shaded with apathetic drapes. Walking down the hallway he is apt to bump into paintings on the walls. Oblivious to art appreciation. It is also not unusual for him to leave the kitchen light on after fixing a snack, but it is strange for him to take a knife back to bed afterwards. There is no use in asking him directly, because he never talks in his sleep." (etoufee on everything2.com)

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