Tales of Sleepwalking: Hawaii

I was 14. Our family was on vacation in Maui. Napili Kai to be exact. A name burned in my memory because it was at the Napili Kai resort that I left our room and walked, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of undies to the lobby of the hotel.

Asleep. I did not wake up until I was smack dab in the center of the lobby. Did I mention I was in a t-shirt and panties? Blue panties to be exact.

Luckily it was 2:00 am and no one was in the lobby. I was thankful that it was not morning yet and there wasn’t a herd of tourists getting ready for their snorkeling expedition or trip to the pineapple plant. I walked back outside and up the hill to our room. Completely awake. Totally embarrassed. And slightly terrified of what my Mother was going to say when she found out that I went joy-walking in my chonies.

I knock on the door of our room. By knocking, the force of the knock actually shut the door and as if in slow motion, I heard the click-click of the door engaging the lock. Me: “NOOOOOO”! (still in slo-mo, of course.) reaching for the handle. It was locked. The door was open the whole time. Why wouldn’t it be? I was sleepwalking, as a breed, we are not concerned with taking our keys or making sure doors are shut properly. I know that now. But I was only 14. I had a lot to learn.

I could have just sneaked back in, gone to bed and no one would have known. Nope, I now HAD to explain where I was. “Don’t ask”! was what I blurted out when she opened the door.

The look of horror, a look that only a mother can truly muster, was on her face. I explained that I was asleep and I didn’t know what I was doing and could we forget this ever happened?

Yeah, no. We still talk about this one.