This was an incredibly immersive and beautifully written slice of life. The way you capture the heaviness, paranoia, and surreal detachment of sleep paralysis is so vivid that I could feel it pressing in with every word. I really appreciated the seamless transitions between the inner monologue, the small domestic interactions with Delilah, and the grounding warmth of family life. It’s heartbreaking and tender all at once, with little bursts of humour that make the introspection and fear even more poignant. The details—like the clay sculptures, the smoothies, and Tiwa’s subtle forgiveness—bring the story to life in such a tactile way. Brilliant work.
This was an incredibly immersive and beautifully written slice of life. The way you capture the heaviness, paranoia, and surreal detachment of sleep paralysis is so vivid that I could feel it pressing in with every word. I really appreciated the seamless transitions between the inner monologue, the small domestic interactions with Delilah, and the grounding warmth of family life. It’s heartbreaking and tender all at once, with little bursts of humour that make the introspection and fear even more poignant. The details—like the clay sculptures, the smoothies, and Tiwa’s subtle forgiveness—bring the story to life in such a tactile way. Brilliant work.
Thanks so much Aaliya! Appreciate you taking the time to read and glad you enjoyed the story :)