This face belongs to my newly-acquired sleep paralysis demon. One night I had a dream that made me annoyed and angry. I don't remember the details, but I remember the emotions I was feeling when I suddenly woke up. Sir, you are sleeping on my chest and stomach. Your chubbiness is compressing my insides, making breathing difficult while limiting my range of movement which I like to enjoy, even when asleep.
That was a couple of weeks ago, so why am I posting this report now? Because since then, I have been waking up to this face at all strange hours of the night as since he's done it once, he feels entitled to do so repeatedly. No more. Your new career has been terrifying and short-lived. You threw up on my carpet and my mattress, so now you are summarily banned from my room. So instead, he's taken to jump scaring me awake with the Song of his People, lamenting the injustice of revoking his privileges for no good reason. Excuse me, sir?
