Exercise - Sleep Paralysis
Chris lied still in his bed, his breath barely audible amidst the hum of the fan next to him. His mind was elsewhere, though, deep in the dreams that plagued him each night. This one was pleasant enough, though. He dreamt that he was at home, and he was but a child again. The old mobile home living room was more or less how he remembered it from his childhood. Faux wood paneling outlined the living room, complete with shag carpet. His grandparent’s ancient TV in the corner, playing whatever family-friendly Western was on at that time of day. His grandma was busy in the attached kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee. His grandpa was in his room, which adjoined the living room. A few things were out of place, such as his grandma’s collection of birdhouses being absent, but it wasn’t enough for his mind to see through the illusion of the dream. Chris heard a rustle from the bedroom. His grandpa was getting...