Last night I had my first 'sleepwalking experience'.

I remember noticing in a dream that my feet were wet
and I was staggering, a bit disoriented;
I remember opening the sock drawer on the landing,
then stumbling into bed with drier feet.

In the morning I found two wet socks on the floor.
I could find no water or puddle anywhere in the house.
Outside was dry.
But the toilet-seat was up (I sit down to piss at night)
and the stub of a pencil was floating in the bowl.