Nightly visit

Yesterday M asked me what I was doing in his room the night before. Ehh? And then I remembered. I think I was going to the bathroom, but I wasn't entirely awake. This is not the first time this has happened. I remember trying to walk into closets, and all sorts of places being only half-awake and looking for the bathroom. Worst places are hotel rooms, where you do not know where the bathroom is at all. But to get lost in ones own flat is a bit more embarrassing. He should just be glad that I didn't do what I did in Holland :)...HAHAHA! I cannot stop laughing, but it's almost too embarrassing to tell here.