Hey everyone! Happy New Year! I hope that it's going well so far.

For my first post of the new year, I am posting a response to a prompt I picked at random. It's a little late but I really struggled with this one.

Prompt: For the past few months you've gone to bed and woken up bruised and sore with no recollection of why.

After setting up a camera in your bedroom you review the footage to find yourself climbing out the window in the dead of night, and returning a few hours later.

Here is what I wrote:

I wake up, sore and exhausted. I slowly sit up, grimacing every time I move. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Today is the day I will finally figure out why I am always in so much pain.

I open my eyes and look down at myself to find huge, purple and yellow-brown bruises all over my arms. I throw the covers off of me to find more bruises on my legs. How on earth do I manage this?

I get out of bed and I sit at my desk. Logging onto the computer, I watch the screen intently. The desktop loads and the mouse moves over to an icon for the camera in the corner of my room. A double click and a window opens up. I click on a few more items before a video begins to play.

I see myself go to bed. However, at around 1, I got out of bed and I stomped drowsily to the window. I opened the window by sliding it upward and I stepped out onto the ground. I can barely see myself walk away. I fast-forward through the footage until I finally see myself come back through the window at four. I closed the window behind me and I crawled into bed.

I stop the video and I stare at the screen for a while.

Well, now I know that I leave the house in my sleep. But what do I do when I'm out there? At any rate, I should put some locks on the window. It isn't safe for me to sleep walk around town. As I go to stand up, a knock sounds at the front door.

I run to the door and I look through the peephole to see a young man standing on the front porch. He is wearing a black suit, tie, and glasses. He looks exactly how agents look like in the movies! Of course, he probably isn't. Why would an agent come here?

I open the door but before I can say anything, he hits me in the chest and I fall backward.

"Ouch!"

"Miss Setter, you are under arrest for the murders of fifty people and for stealing money from multiple banks."

Murders? Robbery? What is he talking about?

He drags me back to me feet and puts me in handcuffs.

I can't bring myself to say anything, as if my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. Did I really do those things? Was that what I would leave the house for? No, it can't be! I would never kill anyone! And I'm sure I'm too clumsy to rob any banks, let alone rob them in my sleep. This has to be a mistake!

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This was a difficult one for me to write. I don't know why but the prompts I keep picking at random are always ones that I think I can't write anything for. I guess it's that these ones aren't in line with what I usually write. Or maybe it's that I am not used to using prompts and writing something based off of it. Normally, I just start writing something without thinking much of what I'm writing and go from there.

Anyway, next week I will be posting a new poem! I hope that you all have a good week!