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“Are you ok?” I asked.
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Jamie paused. “Do you remember me getting up in the night?” She asked in between sobs.
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“No, I didn’t wake up once.”
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“Think really, really hard.”
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I did. I looked back at the cot and the bell dangling from the doorknob. There is no way she could’ve climbed around the cot without bumping me.
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“No babe. You didn’t leave that room.”
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She put her hands in her lap and sobbed again.
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“I took a sleeping pill,” she said.
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“Well, yeah, of course you’re not gonna remember anything.”
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“I just want it to stop!” She said, the sobs picking back up.
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She showed me her sleep stats on her watch. She had been awake again that night, for almost two hours. She recorded nearly 2,300 steps.
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2,300 Steps: A Horror Short Story About Smartwatches, Sleepwalking, and Unicorns
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