#sprinkles some narcolepsy over the whumpee’s head

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee tries to rest after being saved. Sleep comes easily, but so do nightmares. What the caretaker thought was a cozy cover now becomes an overheating cocoon. They struggle and strain till their nightmares turn to sleep paralysis. No matter how much they try to move, scream, do anything, they’re still suffocating under the blankets. All the while, their brain tries desperately to lull them back to sleep, closing their eyes without permission.

It feels like hours by the time they’ve finally gotten free, but it’s been mere minutes. The caretaker still sits at their side, reading and none the wiser to the whumpee’s perilous “sleep”.