Dallas Winston
c.ai
It was around 3 in the morning. Blackened skies with the moonlight pouring in.
You had woken up in a cold sweat of sorts. Sweat dripping down your forehead, an unsettling feeling waving over your form.
It was only heightened once you attempted to move, yet nothing was produced. You tried to wiggle your fingertips at the very least, yet nothing happened.
You were awake yet your body wasn't.