you’re in a smoke-friendly hotel room with your best friend, smoking some newports, drinking wine and eating pizza.
sounds beautiful, right? well it was
up until i went to sleep and woke up and just freaked the fuck out because i was convinced that my best friend was having sex right next to me on the same bed and i remember staring at the night stand having no idea what i could do without turning the situation into something really really awkward.
what i felt
- the bed moving in a humping-esque matter
- my best friend’s hand squeezing the side of my pillow
what i heard
- heavy breathing
- the stirring mac&cheese kinda noise a really wet vagina makes when you put something in it
now i distinctly remember being awake because malibu’s most wanted was one and i remember mouthing the words to the end. i also remember not having to open my eyes when i walked straight to the bathroom without looking back in hopes that they’d think i didnt know and leave.
the twisted part
her boyfriend wasn’t even in the hotel, she was completely alone and i felt fucking insane because i still know i heard those things and felt what i felt. being a psych major is not helping me either. and i’m trying not to self-diagnose. but research goes in favor of this having been my first hypnagogic hallucination
and it freaks me out