I was not supposed to sleep. With my jeans and shirt from yesterday? No. But I did and sank into a shallow slumber. I thought I woke up but then none of my physical limbs were moving.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
My initial reaction was to struggle starting from the tips of my fingers. I could not remember what the dream was about but I was able to grasp some real air for a while. Then I closed my eyes again.
This time, I planned to go back to the trance. I thought I could fly and pass through walls but to no avail. I only imagined that I reached as far as the first floor of my apartment.
It was a boring sleep paralysis.
Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 5, 2007 7:49 PM