My Second Date with Sleep Paralysis

Was worse than my first. No longer just an inability to move-- It brought a stranger to the mix. A dream-mere state of angst. A hooded man in my room. I reached for his help Nonetheless. Sleep Paralysis.

I Vow to Live, Again.

My vulnerabilities Aren't stronger Than my character-- Anymore. * So last night I did. Last night I danced--I sang. I'm 32, but danced Like I was 21. * I locked eyes With masculine strangers-- They'd inch closer, Hand on hip--but no. Not yet. * I vow to indulge But not be consumed. Because it was...