[ WP ] You wake up staring into a pair of eyes , your own .

There they were again. My own eyes staring back at me. This was the fifth night in a row. I could n't move, but she could. She backed up a small distance. Every time she visits she looks more and more like me. After night three, I tried to do a little research. All I came up with was a mix of sleep paralysis and out of body experience stories, nothing that actually helped me. I could n't figure out what she wanted. Or what I wanted. Why does she keep coming back to me? Night after night. I was getting no real rest. It was starting to take it's toll. I was a zombie during the day. I had no energy left. I had to figure out why this was happening. It had to stop. I tried talking, but no sound would come from my mouth. I tried lifting up a hand to get her attention, because now she was just pacing, but my hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It was almost as if she sensed my thoughts, because she is walking over to me. Now all I can see again is those big pale blue eyes. My eyes. Every night I see more of her looking like me but it all started with those eyes. My eyes. She smiles my smile, then with my dainty little fingers shuts my eyelids and I'm back to sleep. 
 
 The alarm clock is wailing. I jerk up in bed. Shaking. Why am I shaking? I turn off my alarm and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror to see dark circles under pale blue eyes. I almost fall asleep in the shower. Another night of un-restful sleep. I think to myself, you cant keep walking around like a zombie Casey, you need to go see a doctor. What will the doctor do though? They'll say its just a nightmare or maybe just assume shes insane. Maybe they'll think she's on drugs. After a few minutes of thought, I put up my coffee creamer and instead go for the whiskey. Why the hell not? It's my day off and I feel shitty. Plus, the only one here to judge me is my cat. Missy normally sleeps with me, but for some reason she would n't come in the room last night. I call her. `` Missy! Come get your breakfast!'' I hear the jingle of the bell on her collar as she runs down the hall. Missy would never miss a meal, that's for sure. As I sip my coffee I decide I wo n't sleep tonight. Tonight, if she comes to see me I want to be able to move and to speak. 
 
 Its just now getting dark out. I ca n't stop yawning. I'm on my third pot of coffee. I lock the front door, scoop up Missy, and walk down the hall to my room. I only make it to my bedroom doorway before with a detesting meow Missy jumps out of my arms. I sigh. I put in a movie and shut off the lights. I can not fall asleep. Can not. I have to be up for this. 
 
 It's 3 A.M. I can not fall asleep, i just keep telling myself. My eyes are heavy and I'm just too comfy. I do n't even hear the TV anymore. I'm asleep before I know it. Five minutes later I'm awake again. My eyes are staring back at me, while she smiles my smile at me. She takes three steps back. Spins around and laughs my laugh. Tonight there is nothing about her that does n't look like me. She even has my birthmark on her right shoulder now. I can see it because she's wearing my nightgown. Then she's so close again all I can see are my own eyes staring back at me. She laughs my laugh one more time, then I'm out. Behind closed eyes, I see a replica of me. Then I see my replica walk into me. Then nothing. I still have my thoughts, but she is now me. 
 
 The alarm clock is wailing. I jerk up in bed. I feel the smile spread across my face. I feel like I've never slept better. I turn off my alarm, and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and I see my pale blue eyes staring back at me, but this is n't me. It's her. She smiles my smile, laughs my laugh, stares at me with my own eyes, but none of it is me.
