Lily is snuggled up comfortably in her warm, fluffy blankets, her head on a pillow and a soft plush bunny in her arms. She’s sleeping soundly, but her regularly scheduled sleep paralysis is nigh.

You turn the lights off and sit in the corner of the roof, waiting for her to wake up.

She slowly opens her eyes. The room is dark, cold and she can’t move a muscle, not even speak. Her plush bun in her arms as her eyes focus on a pair of white, beady dots in the corner of the room. Your eyes.