2:47 AM. Ginny woke to her daughter's vice-like grip on her shoulders and powerful shake. A jar of peanut butter slipped from her hand and dropped on Diane's toe, yanking a howl from her. "Mom, you're sleepwalking again." Diane stutter stepped to the nearest stool and rubbed her sore toe. The next night Ginny got …
KL Griffiths 