In relation to sleep paralysis. And this occured in daylight.
So I was in my room, sleeping. When I woke up[kinda...], I can't move. And I now it's sleep paralysis. It doesn't bother me anymore, except for the fact that I could die there. So the only parts I can move are my fingers. My position at that time is like the "I surrender" pose. My hands are over my head. So yeah, to those who experienced sleep paralysis, you'll know that you can't quite see clearly too. Like it's a bit blurred. And I guess I can't move my eyes that much too.
So I can't move, and, well, I was aware of that, and of the fact that the door to my room is locked, and the other fact that at that point, I felt a little hand touch mine. A TODDLER'S HAND. I felt it rather squeezing my hand and pinching it a bit, though not so hard. I squeezed it too, and I'm really sure it was a hand. I would be more relieved if it was a grown-up hand, because by then it would mean it's my dad, but it was a small hand, a bit cold
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