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Sleepwalking

The sun beat down on his shoulders as the boat rocked. The rhythmic woosh of waves against the sides made him queasy in a familiar sinking way. They were floating down a river somewhere in India. A lone wooden crate drifted by carrying a rainbow of tomatoes, peppers, and leafy greens. Did a cargo ship wreck nearby?

Suddenly, a large wave overturned the boat. Opening his eyes, the sun had been replaced by a ceiling light. He’d fallen from his chair in the middle of an Indian restaurant, on his second date with Amanda.

“Sorry,” he said. “I have narcolepsy.”

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Prompt: Sleepwalking
Word count: 100 words exactly