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My Sleep Paralysis
Sleepless nights left me suffering
I was thinking about you before my dream-filled sleeps. And during. And after.
My bed was shaking, as if an orgasmic experience was about to ensue, and it did.
I felt calm — so fucking calm — but then I found myself in my car, driving on foreign roads that felt familiar, as if I’d been traveling in circles.
I woke up on the tile floor, cold as stone but rigid as a façade (or are false realities actually fluid, not rigid?), having a flashback to the accident that left me with staples in my head and blood running down my body.
A girl unfamiliar cupped my face with her fragile hands, telling me I wasn’t in a wreck. It was just a flashback, she said with grace. That’s all. Wake up.
Wake up.
I opened my eyes, and I saw her face, just inches from mine, and in my own bed. I was awake, wasn’t I? But no, I wasn’t. I found myself back in that ice box of a room, wondering if I was in another accident. I opened my eyes once more, and there was that girl again, holding my face gently in between her two small hands. She had these huge lips, painted with red lipstick. Her hair was short, curly and black. Her sun-kissed skin was much darker than mine, and her eyes were big as cows, with eyelashes just as long, too…
