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canon is welcome to night vale u3u
You're getting really obsessive for someone who's not even sure if my canon is viable to apply from. Not to mention, you have two other scientists you could have played, and you pick me? I guess there's no talking you out of it, but I'm warning you that you shouldn't get your hopes up.
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and so easily mistaken by what Carlos says....))First the usual stuff, brushing my teeth, changing into something more, er, comfortable, occasionally I may stay up and read a bit, check Facebook, e-mails. and turning on the required government television broadcast which we must all watch ten to ten-o-five non-stop without blinking, listening to the silent buzz of static seep into my ears like the ocean slowly drowning out the sounds of screams--as well as breath. Then, after turning that off, I typically read. You know, the usual mundane thing...
Oh, right, but when I'm finally feeling exhausted, I generally close the book and turn the lights out. I lay down on my back, arms at my side, ((not the most romantic position, he thinks regrettably,)) and stare off into the distance, sometimes imagining what horrid dark creatures may be trying to slip in through the cracks, how many spiders will likely be on my body in my rest, and eventually, when I finally close my eyes, try to count the days that have already past and guess how many more or left to go. I do not move, as is suggested by the Health Center, for a quicker, deeper, and more fulfilling sleep. Soon, a heavy weight lowers itself over my body and should I try to open my eyes again, I cannot, and I find that I cannot move, and that sleep is presumably probable. And despite this minor impairment, I can hear all that is happening around me;I sometimes hear the secret police at work outside my home. Often I hear the night whisper my name, my charms, my faults. I know that there are screams, screams that I cannot join in on, because my mouth will not open. I have never been able to scream out in the night when screaming is all I can think to do. I try to see, but there is nothing, and I can feel my soul slip away and ask myself "is this what it is to die?" ((...)) Am I at my wits end? Is this heavy weight just the final breaths of life that I can barely make before I finally slip into the eternal coma??
And then I can see nothing, and hear nothing. There is nothing.
And then it is morning.
And Oh, Carlos, I know I rested well for I am always ever so glad to be alive that day. It's really a wonderful feeling.
((No it is not, and I cannot stress more: absolutely do not sleep like this ever if you can help it.))
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But wow, that's... a very long and vivid description. But also the ideal kind of description for someone trying to analyze what Cecil is experiencing. And while it's entirely possible that The Secret Police are outside Cecil's house and... also somewhat possible that there are voices calling out to Cecil in his sleep...
A scientific explanation is more likely and less terrifying.]
It sounds like you have sleep paralysis. It's a condition where your brain shuts down most of your body functions, but not all of them, and actually makes you more prone to hallucinations. It probably doesn't help that you sleep on your back. You should try drinking less coffee and sleeping on your side.
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((But it's recommended by the health center??? But Carlos says it's bad. but how else is he supposed to get to bed?????? He supposes he could cut back on coffee. Maybe tea instead?? Sleepy time tea. He does, after all, trust Carlos's judgement.))
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Is something wrong?
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[He's a little jealous of having a routine. Sometimes he doesn't even make it to his bed, just fall asleep in his lab...]
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