Sleepwalking sounds like Streetwalking.

This morning when I woke, my roommate Arun was in my arms, and although the chain of events leading up to this moment probably turns me on, I really can’t remember how it happened.

I have a habit of talking in my sleep. Sometimes I have nightmares, sometimes I even sleepwalk. Many roommates have observed that I occasionally mumble or laugh or scream in my sleep. I’ve been a little high strung lately, and things have been going terribly at the restaurant. I can honestly say this is one of the worst jobs I have ever had in my life, and I am sinking into a poverty heretofore unknown. Again.

I have a hazy recollection of bolting upright from a lonesome nightmare at around 3:45am. I also remember being fearful that bugs were crawling on me, so I may have cried out. Arun must have overheard, and, like a parent, came right up to my bed to ask me if I was ok. “Yes, I think so,” I responded. I was half asleep, and not really aware of myself, but it reminded me of the times when I was a child, and my grandmother or mother would help me get to sleep if I was afraid. Feeling the heartbeat and warmth of someone’s kind energy always works well to stabilize me in uncertain times, and Arun’s “rescue” put me at ease immediately. All I remember was him telling me that he’d sit with me until I fell back to sleep.

He was only wearing a pair of white boxer shorts. I sleep in the nude, and Arun obviously must have noticed this when he crawled onto the bed with me.

At dawn, I laid awake for the better part of an hour with his sleeping head on my chest. I made mental notes on his breathing, his rapid eye movements, his drool. His black curly hair. The weight and warmth of his body against mine. His long eyelashes, his smooth, warm brown skin. I have spent the night with dozens of beefcake men who had luscious smooth skin, but I wanted to work hard so I could remember all of these images, and how he made me feel. I felt serenity and peace while watching and feeling him sleep next to me. When he finally awoke, the first thing he said was, “Hey are you alright? I’m sorry you didn’t sleep well last night.”

His hair was messy, he seemed at ease and wasn't even concerned that he had slept all night next to a hot naked gay guy, but he looked terrific. I was not erect, I was not turned on, I was not even thinking about sex, but I was in love.