Chapter One: SleepA Chapter by The old me I wake up in a cold pile of my own sweat. This is how I wake up almost every night and morning since I was ten. I’m not sure why this always happens to me. The doctors say its night terrors onset from a chemical imbalance in my fucked up mind. The only thing that doesn’t fit is I sleep solidly for ten to twelve hours a night. I just wake up all sweaty and always in a sense of fear. I don’t know why I’m fearful; I’m in a seemingly safe environment. I don’t dream. At least I can never remember if I actually have one. I don’t even have nightmares. The freakiest part is I sleep a lot but more and more time goes by, I feel more tired and less able to function. I’m at the point where I sleep ten hours and it feels like I have slept ten minutes. And I wake up and it feels like my body has been working out the whole night. What’s wrong with me? Doctors gave me sleeping pills, worked like a charm. I was able to sleep like normal but I still was tired. Worst part, a lot of stuff happens to my body when I sleep. I wake up with bloody noses and even once with a broken hand. Doctors say it’s a side effect of the sleeping pills. I stopped taking them, but still got them. It wasn’t till one random day, where I woke up feeling refresh and not in a pool of my own sweat, that this story really started to get strange… © 2011 The old me |
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12 Reviews Added on May 9, 2011 Last Updated on July 21, 2011 AuthorThe old meLos Angeles, CAAboutIf you notice some of my work is gone, that is because it is. I trimed down to put only a few on the site. Message me if you want to know anything about me. I'm an open book more..Writing
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