Ahhh, a night of sleep.
I lay my weary head down upon my pillow,
already dreaming of far off places and beautiful faces.
I close my eyes and blissfully drift into unconsciousness.

I awaken with a start, my eyes automatically move to the clock.
The burning digital readout says that it’s 10:43, a time
I have come to loathe.
I slowly realize that as before, only my eyes can move.
I struggle to move my body, willing my arm to lift,
straining to shift my leg. I give up. I can’t even tell
if i am breathing anymore.
The dread begins to set in. I cannot see anyone in the room,
I cannot hear anything, but yet, I know there is someone there.
I can feel it. And like a dagger down my spine
the absolute terror rips through me.
My brain scrambles to move my uncooperative limbs
but they won’t budge an inch.
My eyes move frantically, as if by throwing themselves around
they can will my body to follow.
The terror escalates even more, I know someone must be in the room,
I feel like they are standing right over me.
My heart is pounding so loud and fast that it’s all I can hear.
The terror build and builds until I feel like I will explode.
My heart can’t take much more, and neither can I.
I’m so afraid that I believe I would cry if I could,
There might even be tears streaming down my cheeks,
but I can’t feel them if they are there.

I wake in the morning with no memory of how it ended. It just did.
All I have left over is the very vivid memory of what happened up to
that point, and then nothing more.
And I have a splitting headache.

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