So one time I was asleep and stuff. I was having the most delightful dream about being in love with a very handsome man. He obviously felt the same way about me. I could tell that by the way we simply held hands and stared in each others eyes. I must have dreamt that all night because I could feel my body slipping from dreamworld into the faint glow of morning's light. I tried to hang on to the dream as long as I could and felt myself drift into that middle area between and sleep and consciousness. That's when my total delight turned into ABSOLUTE HORROR!!!! I was half asleep but I could feel that I was actually holding somebody's hand! WTF? Who the hell is in my bed? Why don't I remember falling asleep with someone next to me? As I became fully awake I slowly released the hand, as not to disturb my mysterious and unexpected guest. Is there anything worse than waking up completely terrified? I finally turned to see who was there. There was no one there. I got even more frightened because that means that I am absolutely losing my mind! I KNOW I was holding a hand!
That stupid Alien plushy toy! Somehow in the night, my hand had found the sturdy, but soft toy and grasped it like a hand. It is the exact perfect size to feel like a slightly large hand wrapped around mine. I giggled to myself like a truly insane person. I wasn't crazy, after all. I know I should prolly move that toy to a less sleep threatening place, but for now I'll keep him in his regular place, keeping Jake Ryan at bay...
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