Twenty One Days

In the middle of a sleep paralysis nightmare, her alarm rang.

She could turn it off, but not do anything more.

Did she turn it off?

Was she able to move?

No. She wasn’t. The alarm was still ringing.

She tried to turn it off again.

Silence from somewhere for a second.

There it was again. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

She screamed, she opened her mouth.

She’s screaming. She’s trying to scream.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

Her mouth isn’t opening.

She’s trying to scream for help. Someone come help me.

Someone.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

What now? What do I do now?

Her eyes dart around the room.

A woman sits in the corner, her head resting against the wall.

She is watching.

She screams again. She’s trying to open her mouth.

The sounds of her scream echo inside her head.

Outside it is only beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

And the watching woman.

The woman throws her a handkerchief because she wants to stifle her screams.

The woman can hear her scream.

But she can only hear beep beep beep.

It is a never ending nightmare.

The alarm does not stop ringing.

The woman sits and watches her scream.

The handkerchief lies on top of a mouth that cannot open.

It has been twenty one days.

 

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