When I woke up this morning, I knew I had just been stabbed. The peace didn't surprise me, but death felt warmer and less painful than I expected.
And there was less blood... in fact, I couldn't see any. I could feel it. It was gushing over my hands and pooling beneath the small of my back. But where red should have been, there was nothing.
Even if I could have, I don't think I would have cried for help. It was a welcoming feeling, not really any fear, just confusion.
And then, just as I was about to die, the haze faded.
... sleep paralysis can be so much fun...