A sleep that shouldn't have been waited for

Warm, cosy, rosey bed, cute, comfy, cotton sleepsuit, hugging your pillow,curled up like a small baby, that may be the story of a satiating sleep, this isn't. This is about being knocked up by "the unpleasant emotional state consisting of psychological and psychophysiological responses to a real external threat or danger" or in other words, FEAR.

It was the warm night of an unreasonably continuing winter. An echo of the chirp of a distant bird pierced through the silence of the night. I had slept through the day and my head felt heavy. I opened the door to look for anybody I could find awake in the hostel but their voices-loud, cheery, playful, expressive of the regular chirpy mood turned away my steps back to my room. Lights were off and my roommate fast asleep. I got into my bed, closed my eyes and tried to sleep. After 15 minutes, world felt the same: no sign of sleep. I checked my phone for messages. There was none. I texted my bff sensing that I really needed to talk to someone. Wifi connection was lost. This night wasn't going to be smooth. I plugged in my headphones and listened to some good music for a while but contrary to the expected, it diminished even the slightest possibility of sleep. Downhearted, I locked my phone and slid it under my pillow.



After a while I switched to my laptop with the intention of watching some random sitcom. After about half an hour, my eyes may have shut down but the voices from the sitcom woke me up. I hibernated it, and with a momentary joy that sleep had finally knocked up, I closed my eyes.
After a minute or so a voice interrupted whatever sleep I had grabbed hold of. I had shut the flap and placed the laptop next to my pillow. Everything was the same only the flap was open now and the sitcom was playing on it! I sensed I was in trouble and in half sleep I closed my eyes thinking that the nightmare will wear away with the sleep. But after a while another sound woke me up. This time a song played on the phone I had slid under the pillow. I thought of taking it out and pausing it thinking that I may have forgotten to close the music player app when I dozed off. But my hand couldn't move. It was frozen! And someway my inner conscience had the feeling that this paralytic attack that I had experienced before in my dreams was happening again. Only this time I knew I wasn't dreaming. I had a notion that my body wouldn't move but I still struggled into moving it. My head was still, facing the left side towards the laptop that was now closed. I tried moving my head with the help of my hands but to no avail. I couldn't move my legs too. It was like some unnatural force that had gripped my body to the bed and the fear of what might happen next made me try to scream. Yes, try to scream because I couldn't hear my own voice. It was like my mouth was glued and no word could possibly be uttered. I tried calling my roommate or making any possible sound that the uncanny paralysis would allow me to but nothing worked. The fear was consuming me. The night that had just been about the wait for sleep had turned into a horrific demon I wanted to run away from. All my existence and space in the world was about to be erased away because of this unknown force that was drowning me inside this diabolic sleep.

I sensed the vibration of my phone. I realized that wifi was finally connected and my friend would have replied me back. I had a strong urge to jump out from the demarcation line between the real and unreal to the real world where I could now wait indefinitely for sleep rather than being consumed by this evil force. After a few seconds of the unrestrained torture, I finally felt something evaporate away from me. A sudden feeling of being dumped back into the real world because of being terrified like a puppy. I bounced back and left my bed as fast as I could. It was dark and scary. My roommate was asleep and looking at her for a while I realized that I was back and that everything was back to normal.

I walked in the corridor, distraught and aghast, thinking of whatever happened with me in the last few minutes. I looked at the sky through the window, seeking an unsaid blessing and tried moving my hands and legs frequently trying to get it engraved in my belief that I was back. My bff laughed it off saying it was sleep paralysis and very common but for me it was my brain's own way of reminding me to stay thankful for being alive and healthy and appreciating every moment of life before an endless sleep consumes me.