18 December 17: Sleepwalking tales

In my twenties, I went through a sleepwalking phase in which I folded my clothes in my sleep. When I woke, everything was in neat piles, like I’d fallen asleep and woken up in a branch of Benetton (my flat mates suggested I might want to sleep in the kitchen, which was always in need of tidying). Now I spend my life fighting against piles of paperwork (I swear they breed when I turn my back) but I still find something deeply visually satisfying about piled-up objects, like these old brown cases and these loaves of bread that make me think of a cross-section drawing in biology. What are your sleepwalking tales?
Martha, The Colour File x

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