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The clock reads 4:30. My friend is using the bathroom. That must've been what woke me up. Although I wish, I know that is not true. That frozen feeling in my chest Resounds with my heartbeat, Thumping faster and faster as I close my eyes. My fitbit reads 75 bpm, I know that can't be true, It's going faster, So much faster. I try to sleep, But images fill my head. Dreams, or my own thoughts, I can no longer tell. I can't discern them, All I know is that I am scared, And right as I touch sleep, I am jolted awake, By an erratic heart, And threatening images. There is no screaming, thrashing, I am not awake enough to escape, But not asleep enough to give in. It is an all night war with my terror, I'm not paralyzed, I can move around, But it follows. It always follows.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
Parasomnia
The clock reads 4:30. My friend is using the bathroom. That must've been what woke me up. Although I wish, I know that is not true. That frozen feeling in my chest Resounds with my heartbeat, Thumping faster and faster as I close my eyes. My fitbit reads 75 bpm, I know that can't be true, It's going faster, So much faster. I try to sleep, But images fill my head. Dreams, or my own thoughts, I can no longer tell. I can't discern them, All I know is that I am scared, And right as I touch sleep, I am jolted awake, By an erratic heart, And threatening images. There is no screaming, thrashing, I am not awake enough to escape, But not asleep enough to give in. It is an all night war with my terror, I'm not paralyzed, I can move around, But it follows. It always follows.
stella-matt
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
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