Fractal Realities: Waking Paralysis

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I felt like I was going to burst. I prayed that no one was in it and reached for the handle. It was open. I locked it and rushed to the toilet, dropping my pants as I did so.

I had to bending down to raise the seat up. My face wasn't that close but suddenly the porcelain bowl which had had the normal amount of water in it before, seemed full, a hair's thickness from overflowing all over the floor. It didn't have a smell and the water itself was clear and unblemished. There wasn't any toilet paper or anything else stuck in it. No sign of a clog at all.

My body went to sigh in relief and I realized that I couldn't breathe. Something constricted my throat, choking me. No it wasn't my throat, it was my chest. My body was completely paralyzed in this unnatural stooped position, my head inches away from the toilet, and my lungs unable take a breath. I wanted to scream but I had no breath, no control to do so. I knew if I could move at all everything would be okay. I just had to move.


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