“The only time I really ever noticed even tiny disturbances in your sleep pattern was when your boyfriend would come in and out of bed.”
“Huh?” I fired back. “Maybe you have the wrong video. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Once the doctor popped in the flash drive and showed me collapsing into my bed, I knew he had been watching the right video. I saw myself lying alone in my bed, but after about a minute of watching me sleep in fast forward, I felt myself go weak when I saw what he was talking about.
An hour into the first night of my recorded slumber, a male figure appeared in the field of vision of the camera. Tall, gaunt, dressed in black with a head of long black hair that obscured his face, I couldn’t get a real read on exactly how the man looked, but he appeared to be white and probably in his 20s or 30s. I felt vomit bubble up to the back of my throat when I watched him stealthily slide on top of the covers on the side of my king size bed, fold his arms across his chest and just lie there, staring up at the ceiling.
“What the fuck?” I said and literally recoiled into my plastic chair. “How did I never wake up?”
“Well, I have to say you are the deepest sleeper I have ever reviewed,” my doctor assured me just before I vomited into the trashcan.