They had started shortly after returning to Russia, and at first I believed they were the product of my inability to sleep more than two hours in a row. Not having my children close provoked in me an unbearable need to see them or hear them, so many times I slept near them, in their room. Even the slightest noise startled me and made me open my eyes immediately. At first they were bad dreams, horrible awakenings, and unsettling sensations in the middle of the night. Later, sleepwalking was added to it.
Perhaps it does not sound serious, but I have not mentioned a small detail: I transformed without realizing it during these strange episodes.
More than once I had woken up in my bed, in a hallway, in the kitchen, in my children’s room, or in the yard, transformed into my other form; the on
