My Wife Sleepwalks… Straight Into the Neighbor's Bed
My wife, Wendy Sinclair, has a severe sleepwalking disorder. After she falls asleep, she always wanders out in a state of unconsciousness.
The night before our wedding, she disappears without a word.
I have no choice but to postpone our wedding. Only then does she walk out of her childhood friend's house next door, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Afraid I might overthink, she cries and apologizes to me. "There's no cure for my condition. From now on, just tie me up when I sleep, okay?"
I feel sorry for her, so I just change the door lock to make sure she cannot go out.
But in the middle of the night, I wake up and see her standing on the edge of the balcony. She climbs in through the window and goes into her childhood friend's house again.
Soon, suggestive and intimate sounds come from inside.
My blood runs cold.
Her sleepwalking isn't an illness at all—it is out of love.