dream

pinned down to my bed in the night. doesn't seem like a dream. I can barely breathe under their weight. I know I can't move. I force my eyes open to look at them, to plead with my eyes since my voice doesn't seem to be work. My eyes open and I am awake. my own weight presses me into the waterbed. my own hands grip my shoulders arms crossed against my torso, gripping me down with only my own shape. I am my nightmare.