She finished applying nail polish on her finger and toenails, and began to pack away her things. She had planned on watching a very late movie while waiting for her nails to dry but weariness was starting to take over. It was almost or around 2.00am.

She lay supine on the comfortable bed, with both her arms raised over her head and the firm cushions serving as a silent masseuse for her sore back. Thoughts she can't remember swam in her head as she drifted in and out of sleep but she struggled to stay conscious so as not to accidentally roll over and smudge her nails. Although in her recollection, it wasn't too long from the time she turned off the light before she felt it.

It started as wave of even pressing movements from her hips to her shoulders, with her navel as the epicenter. She paid no mind at first, but as it bore on, a frightening thought occurred to her as she finally found the words to describe the intense feeling: it was as if something - or someone - was sitting on top of her.

A few seconds passed and it still did not go away. She wanted to call out to her God but she found that she could not open her mouth. Internally she was screaming His name, but all she could hear from herself was 'Bbbb.... BBbbb...' Now on the verge of a breakdown, she tried to swing her arms out to her sister who was sleeping peacefully beside her, but both arms were immobile as well.

Then as quietly as it started, it suddenly went away. The weight on her chest lifted as a warm feeling extended down to her legs. At the same time, she felt a prickly sensation explode in her lips and she realized with fear that her lips had been numb throughout the whole episode. After a short while, she lifted her arms from her pillow and rubbed her stomach.

She opened her eyes into the darkness and stayed that way until morning.


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Epilogue:

From then on, she vowed never to overeat in the evenings ever again.