Warning: Visual and auditory hallucinations referenced. I’m reading in bed. It’s dark. It’s quiet. I’ve got my e-reader in front of me and I’m snuggled under my blanket.
I’m deep into the plot of a historical romance when I see my blanket move, yet I’m lying still. It’s rising up and down like waves in the ocean.
My heart stops. I’m terrified. I’m frozen. The blanket keeps moving. I shake my head. The blanket stops. It’s not real. It can’t be real.Read more on themighty.com