Dysania 3/9

I remember back when I was living in Orlando, FL it was difficult for me to get up one morning.

It wasn’t because I was sleepy or lazy, I just couldn’t move my body.

It felt like someone’s powerful arms were pinning me down and I couldn’t do anything about it but force myself up, which I end up achieving.

Weird isn’t it? The old heads call it them demons trying to process you boy, etc. And you know… I kinda believe them.

Wasn’t like I was in danger. I fully knew what was going on. I just couldn’t move and when I tried to I just couldn’t. No, I didn’t see any funny-looking demon sitting on top of me. But till this day I couldn’t explain that and when I did get up I just sat that like WTF just happen?? Patting all over my body and stuff making sure I was okay.

That was like five or six years ago but I’m here to tell it. Maybe one day I’ll settle down and watch some YouTube videos about it but until then stay bless folks.


Published by HS-Pugh727

Just a young man who trying to live his life the best way he can. I'm a proud father of a baby girl and I do security. I'm a gamer at heart and love to workout/ have fun with good friends. I also like to write and tell about my life or opinions. feel to read my words also you can leave comments.

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