There it is again. Standing in the corner. Creeping up over the bed. Crouching on my chest and whispering bloody horrors to me. I feel bad because it seems—whatever he is—he can’t sleep either.
Folks who regularly experience the waking nightmare that is sleep paralysis sometimes develop odd relationships with the monsters that torment them. I’ve experienced it so much myself that it has taken increasingly surreal forms and I’ve gotten good at recognizing it when it happens and sort of riding through it as best as I can. It helps to remember it’s all in your head. And once you do that, you can exert some control over it. Sleep well.