The Sleepwalking Event

I was leaning on my sleeping husband, listening to him calmly from outside the window. The thing is, when I have a sleepwalking event I remember nothing. It's like a blackout. Every time I think of it these past few weeks I remember those hunting trips,. poking coals around in the fire with a stick while my dad tells his serious yet animated tales of when to go tricks. As silly as it sounds, I think there might be one in my woods.