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What I’m about to tell you happened 6 years ago, in a little city in the south of France. The story I’m about to tell you is about a sleepwalking at a friend’s house in the middle of the night. One Saturday afternoon, I came to my friend’s house to spend the day with him and sleep at his place. Since I’m a child, I frequently talked during the night, and sometimes I do sleepwalking and do a lot of weird things. For example, When I was 7 years old, I was yelling and I broke a shelf in my room because I was thinking it was a door. The sensation was like I was in a dream and when my mother came into my room I woke up and didn’t understand what I was doing. Now, to get back to my initial story, I’m going to tell you what I did during the night at my friend’s house (don’t worry I didn’t kill or hurt anybody). My friend and I started sleeping at 2:00 am. One hour after that, somebody was running into the house and yelling: “There is fire ! Fire! Help!”. And do you know what? It was me… But the fun fact is that I never remember about it! My friend, his parents, and his brothers told me I did that during breakfast! So the one thing to learn from this story is to avoid sleeping in the same room as me.