Memoirs of a Madman

     Now I was afraid to lie down at night, but I was too tired to stay up.  I went to sleep and woke up on cue at 2:00 a.m. in my trance like state.  I felt a hand on the calf of my leg, and it began pulling me toward the end of the bed.  I started kicking and swinging my fists to no avail.  I grabbed the sheets and sides of the bed and held tight.  When I finally woke up, I definitely knew that something was not right.  I wiped the sweat off my brow.  This went on for months.  I didn’t tell anyone at work about it for fear of what they would think and maybe call the men in white jackets.                 

     One night I woke up to find myself hovering above my bed. Boy, was I ever spooked.  By now, I knew who was behind all this.  I began swinging and wailing trying to connect, but it was all for naught.  Finally they put me down.  I soon realized I was battling three demons for my very soul.  Possibly they wanted to possess my body by destroying or ripping my soul out.  I don’t know how to describe how horrified I was.       

     I got up each morning exhausted, but went to work every day.  Sleep depravation was
starting to wear on me.  My fellow workers mentioned the dark circles under my eyes and said I was looking a little frail.  I didn’t know how to tell them I was fighting demons all night long.