"Getting a black cat has had a surprising interaction with my history of sleep paralysis; now when I wake up unable to move and hallucinating a looming dark presence crouching on my chest and making it hard to breathe, my sleep-addled brain’s first conclusion isn’t “shadow demon” – it’s “god dammit, cat”."
I woke up in the middle of the night.
I couldn't move or say anything...
...and there was someone in my room.
I couldn't move or say anything...
...and there was someone in my room.
