last night i experienced the most peculiar state of sleep.
there i was sprawled across two twin size beds, buried underneath billions of goose feathers and fabric. a rag-doll cat sat at the base of the small, square pillow that cushioned my messy pony-tail. my eyes closed underneath my pinwheel, white baby blanket. within a minute, i was lost. i had no idea where i was or what was happening. nerves inside me were frantic and numb, the thought of death crept inside my mind. as i constantly argued with my thoughts, my left eye slowly broke open, but it was not my doing. in a distance my mother’s voice was barely audible over the fan blades that sliced and beat the air above me. my left eyelid had shut rapidly afraid of waking up. the numbness retreated, then weightlessness was all i could feel. for quite some time i felt like i was falling. i knew that all my limbs were intact, but not my sanity. no matter how hard i tried, my limbs lingered with a total weight of five hundred pounds. i felt my stomach shrink and my hair curl. everything ceased and the beast awakened.
i will invite the beast to stay next time.
