Gemma Anderson has a system for everything, and it's working perfectly. At thirty-four, she's a board-certified urologist in Beverly Hills, newly engaged to a handsome lawyer who checks every box on her fifteen-year life plan, and living in an apartment so immaculately curated it belongs in a magazine. Everything is exactly where it's supposed to be.
So why does she keep waking up exhausted?
When a security camera reveals that Gemma has been sleepwalking out of her apartment for hours at a time, she assumes the situation is manageable. A neurologist, some medication, a sensible solution. What she does not assume is that she will discover a hidden WhatsApp chat on her phone: months of messages, photos, and "I love you"s exchanged with a man she has never consciously met.
His name is Luke. He's a warm, tattooed photographer who jumpstarts strangers' cars and teaches guitar and once went backpacking through Italy just because he felt like it. And apparently, the version of Gemma who shows up at his door while she's asleep - messy bun, bare-faced, laughing easily - is completely, helplessly in love with him.
The problem is that Gemma doesn't remember any of it. The other problem is that the more she investigates, the harder it becomes to explain why her sleeping self seems so much happier than she does.
The Sleepationship is a romantic comedy about the lives we plan, the people we become when no one, including ourselves, is watching, and the terrifying, exhilarating possibility that our hearts know things our heads refuse to admit.