Well, that has been a while...

So as I was trying to fall asleep last night, I remembered something. Now I thought it might be funny to share, so here it goes.

I can image that every parent is very happy when the time comes that the children sleep in their own beds. No more :" I peed in the bed, can I sleep here with you guys" no more : "There is a monster in my room, REALLY".

I cannot remember when that ended for me but I am assuming my parents were very happy that they had the bed for themselves.

Now about 2 months ago, we had two family reunions, one in Sligo and the other in Tullow. In between those reunions we decided to stay with family in Kerry for a few days. We rented an apartment and it was my grandmother, brother, parents an myself who stayed there. My grandmother being my grandmother she got the double bedroom, my parents the other and yes... my brother and I had to share a room.

Not bad, I mean there is always someone there to talk to.

First night, we go to bed and were talking and kind of doze off, and what happened next I havent experienced ever in my life.

I am laying in bed and I feel weight behind me, as if someone is crawling into my bed, so I try to move and my body is not allowing me to move and then I feel pressure around my body, as if someone put their arms around me. Spooning me? I am trying like mad to get loose but I cannot move I am frozen completely. I panic and I start screaming for my brother SEAN, SEAAAAAN but I cannot make a sound, my lips were moving but no sound came out.
Suddenly I awake.... I was asleep? I really thought I was awake... I sit up and call my brother, he was fast asleep, when I check the time about 2 hours have passed... Confusing as fuck.

Now I figured FUCK THAT SHIT and took a deep breathe and went back to sleep.

Again I feel something/someones weight beside me in bed and again the spooning sensation. I panicked immediately, clamping my hands together and I try to roll and scream again... nothing happens. Until I force myself to move so hard that I fall out of bed, lying on the floor I cannot move again and still cant make noise, about to piss myself, I focus really hard on my hands. Move your hand, Emma. Thats what I was thinking. MOVE YOUR GODDAMN HAND EMMA..

As I move my hand I wake up, in bed... So scared... I have never been that scared. My brother still asleep and I didnt know what to do. So what do you do when you dont know what to do? Yes go to your parents. I knocked on their door and they were awake. My dad asked me whats wrong? I explained him the whole story as I am walking back and forth through the room, trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

My parents look at me, a little confused I think. So my dad asks me: "What do you want to do Emma"? Well... I said, Can I sleep in here and you sleep in my bed?

I think a moment of silence passed and I cannot remember exactly what my dad said but he got out of bed and walked over to the room I was staying in.

I crawled into bed safely with my mother beside me. It took me a while to fall asleep as my heart was still pounding but it didnt happen again.

I asked everyone else who was staying in that house if they had anything like that happening to them. They all said no. My brother slept like a baby, and so did my dad....

What is was? I am not sure. Might have been some weird dream/ lack of sleep experience. I have experienced it once after, not so long ago, only this time I recognized what was about to happen and focused on my hand again and I snapped out of it.

So apparently focusing on something helps.

Moral of the story? You are never too old to share a bed with your parents!!