I tried to forget those nights… But I couldn’t. I knew the nightmares weren’t dreams or illusions. My best friend said, according to Freud or another analyst, that it was just a sleep disorder (caused by what in this Earth, I wonder?), something normal. I didn’t buy it at all.
It was late when I went to bed (2 a.m I think). Before that, my legs were tired because of my long walks to college and the hours of dance in the afternoon. I should have beee sleeping at ten, but I had to read for my classes.
So when I turned off the lights, I heard a noise on my door. I knew I was still awake. I mean, just tired because I prefer the nights to study, because the silence helps me to understand even more. It wasn’t a dream, but I suddenly got exhausted while my heart jumped to hundred pulsations per minute.
I couldn’t talk, or scream, or even move my body. A couple of minutes later, I felt the pushing hands on my shoulders, the mattress going down because of the double weight. My breathing was totally absent from my chest… And I was still awake!
For some reason, a twist of fate or a metaphysical decision, I fell asleep instantly. I woke up at six, like every morning, trying to understand the last night situation. While I was preparing some toast and mate, I threw a question to the empty space between my mouth and the air aroud me: “What happened to you?”. The silence of the morning came to my ears as a response. Then I understood that some answers remains unknown.