Sleep paralysis is a monster dressed in all black.
“Don’t be afraid, son.”
Sleep paralysis is a patient stalker that waits all day until I’m in the disillusioned comfort of my own bed.
“Let me tuck you in.”
Sleep paralysis is what holds me down at night, choking me with hands that reek of my own sweat.
“It’s lights-out time now.”
Sleep paralysis is a black cloud that rains fists on me, bruising my dreams and reality.
“Just close your eyes.”
Sleep paralysis… is what killed my mother.
“I’m… so sorry.”
Sleep paralysis is… my father.
“Goodnight, my sweet boy.”