Again, as a sufferer of sleep paralysis. This was written after one of my experiences.
The sun was creeping in her window. She lay there and closed her eyes to rest.
While asleep, She felt it crawl through her window. She lay there Unable to move Unable to scream. It took the pillow And smothered her face. Her chest closed, Desperate for air. She fought the reality of the illusion, Knowing it was just that An illusion. It was the not the first time You see Nor the last. As she found Logic, The pillow lifted. Pitter patter along her bed. Out of the window it climbed.
She woke up, Closed her eyes again, Too tired to care If the nightmare came back again. As long as she knew it wasn't real. She'd be safe.