Chancleta

 cada noche deseo mí muertevendran con rosas  vendrán en una tormenta de viento  vendrán y les daré amor  ellos me darán la paz para este cuerpo joven que por dentro se pudre 

todas las noches fantaseo con mí muerte y lloro la verdad es, no quiero morir aunque el dolor 

ausencia en mi propia presencia 

I've never been so afraid. I was in my bedroom ready for bed. However something was wrong. A horrible noise was distracting me. First, I thought it was music but it seemed like a scream. So I started to follow that noise, little by little I found myself in the living room. There I saw an iron box. I felt anxious to see what was in the box, but I also was scared to open it. Suddenly, everything became dark. Therefore, I kept quiet, waiting in the darkness. As time went by, I could see weird figures. Finally something strange and unknown, I think, arrived and it wanted to take me away. I screamed loudly but nobody heard me. I realized I was inside the iron box. Everything was so heavy, then the iron box opened and I woke up. It was after that terrifying situation that I realised that I sometimes suffer from sleep paralysis.