Bray is a sleepwalker, and I have found him in many random places since we have been married. Kneeling, facing the couch with his head down in it, sitting in an empty tub...you name it, it has happened. Hobbes doesn't do it exactly the same way, but he has a semblance of sleepwalking in him. What he does, is he'll halfway wake up, jump out of bed, open his door, and then peek out at us. There's nothing really behind his eyes, and usually he has an extremely goofy grin on, so we just tell him it's still nighttime, and to go back to bed-and he does it without a squeak. It's the strangest, funniest, and perhaps a little bit creepy, thing! Anyhow, I tried to get a picture of it the other night...
But then he crawled towards the camera...see the eyes? NOT awake.
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