Seeing the fear in your eyes as you realized you were suffering from sleep paralysis. Almost made me feel sorry for you. Almost. The excitement I felt, however, out weighed that feeling entirely.

“Bad dream?” I ask feigning concern, and with one step, I seamlessly transported to sitting at the edge of your bed looking down at you. “Try counting sheep.”

Hearing you try to convince your self that you were dreaming had me chuckle. “Your eyes are open; it's a weird way to dream.”