If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?
I wake up. I can hear the sounds around me. I try to open my eyes but I can’t. I try to move my hand to stop the alarm, but my arm doesn’t move. It’s like a sand bag attached to my body. I try to call for help but my mouth doesn’t obey me. I want to cry but I can’t. I’m gasping for breath by my lungs are working desperately slow. I’m unable to see, to talk, to smell, to touch anything. I can only hear everything: The alarm, the sounds in the room and outside the room.
I can do nothing but hope somebody will notice my helpless situation and come to me. I’m drowning in my anguish. Terrified. I think I’m paralysed. So soon. I began to pray. Dear God, help me. Send someone to help me. I feel I can die in a few moments or worst, stay this way for ever. Absolutely helpless. Completely depending on others for everything. I don’t know for how long I’m praying like this. I fall asleep.
Suddenly I wake up again. But this time, everything is OK. I can move without problem. I open my eyes. I can see. I jump from the bed. My body obeys me. My voice is as loud as ever. I don’t understand. That wasn’t a nightmare. It was something more. But I’m so happy to have again control over all my senses I really don’t care.. until happens again.
Doctors said it’s sleep paralysis syndrome. Nothing serious, but really scary. It gives you a glimpse of what can experience a person with real paralysis. It lasts for only a few seconds but it seems like hours and you can’t get used to it.
Having experienced this I can’t choose a sense to give up and a sense gain super-sensitivity. Neither after years taking care of my loved ones loosing sensibilities, witnessing their suffering. It’s too much.
There is nothing I would give up. There’s no sense I want to have super-powered. I love what I have. Force me to give up one of my senses? Over my dead body. No matter what the prize is. Gain super-sensitivity in one of my senses? No, thank you. I’m glad with what I have. I thank God every day, every night, for that.
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