I gave up. I went to close the book and throw it away but couldn’t. I tried to move my hands, couldn’t. Then I tried to turn my head, couldn’t. Move my eyes, nothing. Stand up, nothing again. I was frozen in place staring at the book and I was freaking out, why couldn’t I move? How long till I could move again? Would I have to wait until my mom got home in six hours for someone to find me? What if they couldn’t figure out what happened? What if I never got better? As these terrifying thoughts were racing through my head something started to happen. I got that feeling that I got when I went on a rollercoaster, that rush of adrenaline. And at the same time that I was hit by the adrenaline surge I got the feeling of getting sleepy, as if everything
