“Misha, Misha!”
    That’s the only thing I hear, but I already know what happened. I open my eyes and see my sister in front of me, in her nightgown. She looked worried. I look around and see street lamps, houses and parked cars. 
    This time was really bad. I’d gone all the way outside into the street. “It’s fine,” I say. With a feeling of dread, I turn around and go back inside to my room. 
    It’s never easy to fall back asleep after I sleepwalk, but I take a deep breath and lay in bed, trying to remember anything. Like always, nothing comes to me. I only remember seeing the horrible expression my sister had on her face. I wish she hadn’t shaken me awake. The doctors say it’s better for me to be guided back to my bed.