The moment that Belinda's arms grabbed her and began to pull her closer, Glenda knew what was coming. Though it had been a while since she'd had to deal with Belinda's sleepwalking, she fell into the habit quite easily. Belinda had a penchant for being overly affectionate when she was awake, so it was no different in her sleep states, a fact that Glenda lamented as she twisted her head away to ensure that tongue made no contact whatsoever with her face. She grunted and cussed under her breath, but fought to keep the real violence at bay; jarring her sister awake was not the way to go if she could help it at all. "Bee, let go!" She urged in a harsh whisper.
At last, she sensed that her sister was awake and Glenda relaxed, her shoulders coming forward as Belinda's arms released her. Suddenly Belinda was smiling and before Glenda could ask why, she realized that her sister had caught a glimpse of her dream. Everyone knew that the older twin was not a touchy feely sort of person, but no one knew exactly where that came from. Sure, a part of it was just how she was, but a good deal of it came from her exposure to someone like Belinda. Every little contact allowed her sister a peek into her mind, a preview of what she had been dreaming. Glenda knew it wasn't her sister's fault, but she hated letting those little snippets out, especially against her will.
"Whatever," Glenda shrugged and pushed herself a little further away from her sister. At the comment about the strap in the van, her jaw dropped a little. She knew it was only the way that her sister coped with sleepwalking, but that didn't change how appalling that thought was. "What the fuck, Bee? I thought you had friends who you stayed with. Weren't they supposed to help you out?"