I Can Do That With My Eyes Closed

Chapter 1

There are many types of sleepers. Those who are out the minute they hit the pillow, not to be woken till late morning. Those who stay up late and sleep in till the late afternoon. Those who rarely sleep at all yet some how manage to make it through the day. The light sleepers who wake at loud sounds, and the extra-light sleepers who wake at the tiniest sound or movement. There are sleepers who sleep through construction work and blasting music, who might as well be temporarily dead. There are insomniacs and snorers and sleep-talkers. There are the worry warts who stay up late into the night imagining everything that could go wrong, and there are partiers who would rather drink themselves until they pass out than sleep naturally. Sleep comes in many different forms.

For Camila Cabello, it was sleep walking. Of course there were mild cases of sleep walking, maybe once in a blue moon. Maybe walking across your room before getting back in bed. Then there was Camila. If she were athletic in anyway, she would run a marathon without knowing, however, she is way to clumsy for that. She practically walks laps in her sleep. Plus, to make matters worse, she is a deep sleeper. Like the kind that walks into doors and doesn't wake up. Hell, she could roll off the bed and land on pointy shoes and still be sleeping.

Like most habits, phobias, and....whatever you would call sleepwalking, it develops in a persons childhood. As a kid, Camila was a huge sleepwalker. Her parents spent almost a year trying to find the trigger, meaning the thing that causes the sleep walking victim to either wake up, or fall back into a normal sleep. The trigger could be something as small as playing a certain song while they sleep or hearing their name. Maybe it is the sound of crickets or a creaky branch just outside their childhood bedroom. It could be anything, but every problematic sleeper has one, whether it be sleep talking, nightmares, night terrors, etc.

Sleeping habits are weird, they can be a life-long problem that never goes away, or they can last just through a person's childhood.. It could be a phase of life, once the phase ends, so does the habit. It can come and go as it pleases, one day a problematic sleeper and the next, perfectly fine. That happened for Camila. As a small child, it occurred almost every night for a year before it stopped randomly one night. Camila's parents didn't know how, since they had searched for her trigger coming up empty handed, but they didn't question it. It never happened again after that day.

Well at least until now.

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The collage campus was full of activity. It was of course, the first weekend of the school year. The layout, consisted of four dorms. Each one placed in a circle surrounding a large grassy area. A long sidewalk stretching around the area, connecting each building and surrounding a large fountain in the middle of the grassy area. Park benches were placed on the sides of the sidewalk, along with large trees. Small paths branched off of the sidewalk, leading to sports fields and school buildings. Large flower beds added to the trees and huge amounts of gassy spaces.

In the dorm to the west, loud music shook the building. It was the typical party dorm, although tonight's party would be much larger than usual as it was a Saturday, but parties were always going on in the building. It was home of the art majors, most who used weed to get high and were very chill  people.

Every night, loud music could be heard until the early hours of the morning. As soon as one opened the door, the smell of alcohol, drugs, and sweaty bodies was overwhelming. If you were a partier, this was the place to be, every room inside the dorm practically a free for all people looking to have a good time. If you had a dorm their, you were a partier. Whether you were converted, or have always been. Of course there were a few unlucky souls who just happened to be their for art and did not enjoy parties.