The Untold Chronicles
Prolog, Date: March 29, 2013
I awoke not from an alarm clock, or to someone trying to wake me, but insomnia disturbed my sleep once again. It had been a long time since got some real rest and most of the time when I do I oversleep making me late to school sometimes. I turned my head and looked at the clock on my home made nightstand.
“Four in the morning, well that‘s about right. Now to lay here and think of things until 6:00.” I thought in my head.
I think of many things, my life, school, and other various things like stories or video games. I spend the next two and a half hours thinking of these things. My alarm clock rings and I quickly tap the snooze button.
“Well I guess it is time to get up and do something else.”
I then move to take the blanket off of me and move to a sitting stance on the side of my bed. I stood to find a headache, my legs being weak, and my vision went blurry. This caused me sat back down until my vision came back.
“Okay, well thats never happened before, must be that I stood up too fast.” I thought with confusion.
After that I stood up with no problem at all, I went to my computer and watched videos on youtube for awhile. 6:50 came along fast and I found myself changing out of my pajamas in a hurry.
Later that day
School was as it was for me regularly, boring and and barely learning anything interesting. None of my friends could hang out, so I just spent the rest of my day on youtube watching videos and passing off this boring day. It had gotten to 10:00 PM before I decided to draw which had given me amusement until 3:00 AM. Now at this time I was really tired with a great need to sleep. I shut off my computer and walked to my bed followed by me landing face first onto my pillow. Most of the time I would change to my pajamas and then sleep, but I just wasn’t up for it tonight. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep after barely twenty minutes. For someone who has insomnia, that is fast and I really do mean fast. I stopped thinking, and let myself lose consciousness.
I awoke to the darkness of my eyelids. I tried to open my eyes and found that I couldn't open them, in fact, I couldn’t move anything. Knowing this now I tried to breathe but my throat felt glued closed. The inability to breathe put me in a desperate state of mind.
“What's going on? why can’t I breath? I need to breathe.”
Now trying desperately to inflate my lungs, I found I was able to slowly move a couple fingers.
“Yes, yes now my lungs!” I thought still trying to breathe with no success.
I now could twitch the muscles in my hand, arm then other arm. I tried to lift them but they were just too weak and barely got, what I would predict to be, an inch off the table before they fell back down. I now could feel my jaw, feet, thighs and calves and finally my midsection and lungs. Now with the ability to breathe, I took a big inhale of air that burned my throat and lungs as it went down, but relieved them at the same time. Following the big inhale was a big cough that hurt my lungs making me breathe in again, which hurt them even more and caused me to cough again. This went on for a good minute before my lungs got used to breathing.
I opened my eyes to a bright light; a light so bright, that my vision blurred and eyes started to watering. I squinted at the light trying to make anything out.
“Maybe I actually slept until morning.” I thought to myself with hope of the change.
My vision returned and the ceiling came into focus. It was wood but was weird, and by that I mean it seemed to bend or curve. I followed it with my eye, to the top of a bookshelf to my right. I can’t put my finger on what was so different about it. Now I see It looks like it was straight from a cartoon that I know.
“Oh, so this is a dream.”
I now tried to sit up, but fell back after getting my head an inch off of whatever I was laying on, a wood table I think.
“Come on you're in a dream, you shouldn't have trouble sitting up.”
With that thought I started to sit up again, and got to a near upright position when something got in my path, stopping me.
Written by: Canvas Stories
Edited by:Thomas Herrick and Fat1thatyoulove