The party started and everyone were having fun. I was not part of the party. My Mom had told me this party was supposed to be for grown ups and besides I had school the next day.
I just wanted to know why this party seemed so interesting. I just wanted to see it for myself. Everyone were drinking and smiling and dancing. “Why did they not want me to have fun? Why is fun only a thing for adults?”, I thought.
I didn’t want to be a part of this anyways as I had a new book to read in my room. It was a murder mystery and I was waiting to get started with that adventure.
I walked up to my room, grabbed my book & let myself fall on the bed with a pillow tucked under my chest.
I read the first two pages and started to feel sleepy. I liked reading the book, but, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. I removed my specs and folded the page I was reading and before I could remember closing the book, I was off into a dream.
In the middle of the night I woke up. I was feeling rather light. The lights were still switched on. I could feel that I was still breathing heavily. I tried to get up but I couldn’t. I felt disconnected from my body. I didn’t know what was going on. I started to panic. I wanted to scream but strangely felt like I couldn’t even whisper.
I wanted to cry. But, I knew crying wouldn’t get me out of this situation. There was strange realization in that moment. I could see my body in the bed and I was slightly floating above it. Did I somehow get disconnected from my body? I don’t know what to do anymore.
I had a choice. I could either release myself completely from my body or I could go back to my body and hope to wake up from my sleep like I normally would have. The first option was too scary as I felt the moment I tried to disconnect completely, I would die. If I went back to my body and chose the second option, I would get up as myself. And being myself right now sucked. I had to go to school tomorrow and there was nothing that I was looking forward to doing there as I did not have any good friends.
The alarm rang and I got up.
My mom woke me up saying I was late for school and I should run off. I could still remember the dream in the back of my head. I am not sure if I had taken the first option or the second. But, I am glad that I am still alive and well.