Belinda was incredibly malleable when she was sleepwalking. She could have honestly been guided or pushed into any direction whatsoever without putting up a fuss. This had been proven many times over throughout the years. Though Glenda had been reasonably responsible with her twin’s vulnerable state, there had been others who had used it to mock Belinda. She had seen more videos than she ever wanted to of people guiding her into a room and telling her to “pick fruit” from invisible trees. Her sense of humor was considerably more lenient than her sister’s, but even she couldn’t see the amusement in that. But now, just like in all those times before, Belinda put up no resistance when Glenda guided her into a seating position on the bed. The sound of a voice wove itself through the haze of her sleep, but it did little more than trigger her next bout of dream movement.
Who was to say what Belinda was dreaming, but her response was to reach out and wrap her arms tightly around her sister’s neck. She pulled Glenda closer until their faces were mooshed together. Her mouth began to move as though she were kissing someone -- tongue and all -- but thankfully her open mouth was nowhere near touching Glenda’s skin. That was when she woke up. It was hard to say what finally did the trick: the tactile sensation of actually grabbing hold of another person, her abilities fighting through her sleep to reach out to her sister’s fading dreams, or the reality of Glenda fighting her hold. Belinda needed no encouragement to release Glenda the second her eyes opened. If she was going to violate her twin’s personal space, then she wanted to do it on her own terms, not while she was blindly sleepwalking. As her skin brushed against the bare skin of Glenda’s neck, the visions of her dream fully hit Belinda. She saw her sister standing on a stage like the star she was. The crowd was in love with her and she looked overjoyed to be the center of their admiration.
The corners of Belinda’s mouth drew up in a smile, the one she always wore when she was practically bursting with love for Glenda in spite of knowing how much the other Lange resisted it. “I think you’d be an amazing rock star, Glennie.” Usually she had to sneak and weasel her way into making contact with Glenda after she’d just woken up because her sister was so incredibly protective over her dreams. Her favorite thing, however, was managing to slip into the other woman’s bed while she slept and join in on her nighttime adventures, but that took skills that she had not practiced in quite sometime. Soon she might give it a try, but not now. “Sorry about invading your space. I think I’m still getting used to sleeping in this room again. In my van, I had a strap to keep me still.” The statement may have sounded barbaric to some, but Belinda spoke the words with no amount of gravity. It was a simple statement of truth: she needed to be kept in place or risk hurting herself and others.