What will you do if you woke up in a middle of the night and saw your body still lying on the bed?
The story happened one ordinary night many moons ago. I woke up at around 2 or 3 in the morning and feeling very thirsty. As usual, I got out the bed but I have this feeling there was something wrong. There was no moon to light the open window and dark silhouettes of air were filling the room. Just the bare light from the outside light post makes it possible to see my whole room.
I was very thirsty and the feeling urged me to make one step and go straight to the fridge. But I just can't. I have to turn around and see my pink-coloured bed. That's when I started to panic.
Lying on my bed was no other than me. I was peacefully sleeping and motionless. I turned on the light and I really wanted to scream but no words came from my mouth. I wanted to cry because I'm not ready to die yet.
You see, the old folks from our neighbourhood said that when you see your physical body detached from your spirit, there was a slight chance you could make yourself go back and merge with the physical body.
The thirst just disappeared and the first thing that came to my mind was to unite myself or my soul if this was the appropriate term for that and my body. I have to wake up, I silently scream. But the clock hanging on the wall just ticked. I can’t see the time and my eyes blurred with tears.
I know that I’m having these wishes to die lately but I just didn't mean it. Well, not yet. Not this time.
I went back to my bed and lie down at the top of my body. I thought it was the best thing to do to join the two of us. But for some reasons, I can’t feel the body present in my bed. I can’t feel a thing.
I got up again, sweat rushing on my forehead and the panic started to rise. I scream and scream to the top of my lungs. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. I take back my desire to die. I sit at the corner of the room, waiting. Just waiting.
It feels like a million years sitting there watching your body lay motionless on your bed.
Then just like a snap – faster than the speed of light, I woke up. It was already morning, my lights are still on and I’m still on a can’t-talk stage.
But I’m glad, so glad to have made it out alive. I’m just lucky that I got this second chance in life.
This is not just a story nor a fiction. It happened to me and I know it happened to other people too. This was my first time to really tell this nightmare to the world. Maybe I have accepted and faced the fact that one moonless night in my life; I was separated from my body.
But I still got the good ending though. And I really thank God for that.
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