Parasomnia

Shooting up in bed, beads of sweat slicked her brow as she clasped her hand over her beating heart. It painfully bashed itself like a desperate fist against her chest as her breaths were forced. Turning her face slowly, she looked at the clock.

3:03am.

Sighing, she dropped her face into her hands and rubbed at her tired eyes.

Looking down at the foot of the bed, she looked at her dog. He appeared nothing but a dark shadow on her crisp white sheets, a black blur as she reached down and touched a clammy hand to his head. He shot awake, fully alert.

Ears back, he looked into the corner of the room before scurrying nervously back to the head of the bed.

Frowning, she held onto him. He was flustered, she noted, as her eyes searched the dark room for what he could have seen.

Her eyes locked onto the dark shadow in the corner. The sliding closest door a deep brown that often looked black in the dim lights of the room at night. Even in darkness she could see the door was open, look into the black vastness of its interior.

Pushing the sheets off her legs, she threw her feet lightly to the floor and inched slightly closer.

Haboured breathing seemed to vibrate throughout the room. She couldn’t tell if it was some ominous presence, or her own. Holding her breath, she moved closer to the darkness, a shaking hand reaching out to slide the door closed.

Finally at the door, her shoulders raised with her nerves as her fingers wrapped around the lip of the door. She should close it, rid herself of the anxiety that filled her now. Yet all she could do was stand there, frozen, staring into the darkness.

The breathing was low, raspy and tried. But she was holding her breath, wasn’t she?

Leaning into the darkness, she gasped as hot hands wrapped themselves around her shoulders, the breathing surrounding her and coming from everywhere. She opened her mouth to scream, but she couldn’t push the sound out as the sensation of falling shook through her.

She fell for what seemed like forever, into the blackness.

Shooting up in bed, beads of sweat slicked her brow as she clasped her hand over her beating heart. It painfully bashed itself like a desperate fist against her chest as her breaths were forced. Turning her face slowly, she looked at the clock.

3:13am.

Sighing, she dropped her face into her hands and rubbed at her tired eyes.

Looking down at the foot of the bed, she looked at her dog. He appeared nothing but a dark shadow on her crisp white sheets, a black blur as she reached down and touched a clammy hand to his head. He shot awake, fully alert.

Ears back, he looked into the corner of the room before scurrying nervously back to the head of the bed.

Frowning, she held onto him. He was flustered, she noted, as her eyes searched the dark room for what he could have seen.

Her eyes locked onto the dark shadow in the corner. The sliding closest door a deep brown that often looked black in the dim lights of the room at night. Even in darkness she could see the door was open, look into the black vastness of its interior.

Pushing the sheets off her legs, she threw her feet lightly to the floor and inched slightly closer.

A feeling of familiarity shook through her, she had been here before, in this place and situation. Yet she felt as though she was stuck, a puppet on strings being forced to plat her part.

Haboured breathing seemed to vibrate throughout the room. She couldn’t tell if it was some ominous presence, or her own. Holding her breath, she moved closer to the darkness, a shaking hand reaching out to slide the door closed.

Finally at the door, her shoulders raised with her nerves as her fingers wrapped around the lip of the door. She should close it, rid herself of the anxiety that filled her now. Yet all she could do was stand there, frozen, staring into the darkness.

The breathing was low, raspy and tried. But she was holding her breath, wasn’t she?

Leaning into the darkness, she gasped as hot hands wrapped themselves around her shoulders, the breathing surrounding her and coming from everywhere. She opened her mouth to scream, but she couldn’t push the sound out as the sensation of falling shook through her.

She fell for what seemed like forever, into the blackness.

Shooting up in bed, beads of sweat slicked her brow as she clasped her hand over her beating heart. It painfully bashed itself like a desperate fist against her chest as her breaths were forced. Turning her face slowly, she looked at the clock.

3:23am.

Sighing, she dropped her face into her hands and rubbed at her tired eyes.

Looking down at the foot of the bed, she looked at her dog. He appeared nothing but a dark shadow on her crisp white sheets, a black blur as she reached down and touched a clammy hand to his head. He shot awake, fully alert.

Ears back, he looked into the corner of the room before scurrying nervously back to the head of the bed.

Frowning, she held onto him. He was flustered, she noted, as her eyes searched the dark room for what he could have seen.

Her eyes locked onto the dark shadow in the corner. The sliding closest door a deep brown that often looked black in the dim lights of the room at night. Even in darkness she could see the door was open, look into the black vastness of its interior.

She tried to catch her breath as desperation too over her. She tried with all her willpower to keep herself on the bed. To throw herself back against the sheets and pull the blankets up over her head. She just needed to stay where she was…

Pushing the sheets off her legs, she threw her feet lightly to the floor and inched slightly closer.

A feeling of familiarity shook through her, she had been here before, in this place and situation. Yet she felt as though she was stuck, a puppet on strings being forced to plat her part.

Haboured breathing seemed to vibrate throughout the room. She couldn’t tell if it was some ominous presence, or her own. Holding her breath, she moved closer to the darkness, a shaking hand reaching out to slide the door closed.

Finally at the door, her shoulders raised with her nerves as her fingers wrapped around the lip of the door. She should close it, rid herself of the anxiety that filled her now. Yet all she could do was stand there, frozen, staring into the darkness.

The breathing was low, raspy and tried. But she was holding her breath, wasn’t she?

Leaning into the darkness, she gasped as hot hands wrapped themselves around her shoulders, the breathing surrounding her and coming from everywhere. She opened her mouth to scream, but she couldn’t push the sound out as the sensation of falling shook through her.

She fell for what seemed like forever, into the blackness.

Shooting up in bed, beads of sweat slicked her brow as she clasped her hand over her beating heart. It painfully bashed itself like a desperate fist against her chest as her breaths were forced. Turning her face slowly, she looked at the clock.

3:33am.

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