Inception- esque

My head was heavy with sleep. My eyelids felt like a ton of bricks had been placed upon them and yet I could not peacefully cast away to slumber.

Drowsy... so drowsy...

*footsteps beside my bed*

"Huh, who goes?"

*silence*

I might be mistaken. There was no one to be seen. May be I should... Zzz...

*footsteps running about*

"What in the name of..?"

*silence*

"Don't let me hear a peep now!"

Zzzzz...zzz... *Footsteps aloose*

"That's it, you pesky kids playing Puss in Boots. I'm gonna getcha!"

Except, wait, I cannot get up. My body is glued to the bed. I cannot scream. I cannot even turn myself around to the sound. Darn those kids!

Kids???

What kids? I don't have kids in this house.

"Okay then who is running about like mice in a field?"

Who indeed?

"I'm not crazy, I just saw a couple of little cowboy boots wearing feet."

Did you?

"Wait... Do you mean.. Oh... Was that a dream then?"

Bingo!

"So there is no one amok? Aaaahhh..."

The realization answers a few questions but one.

"Why am I not able to get up from the bed then?"

Because you need to be awake in order to get up.

"Come again?"

Get up!

*Eyes now wide open*
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