Personal Narrative: Drinking Too Much

While vacationing with my family on our annual trip I found myself overindulging in my vices. I ate too much, smoked too much and drank more than I would care to admit. And the age-old excuse I used was, “I’ll go on a diet when we get back.” Of course no one believed it not even myself, but at this point it was just a force of habit to say it. One night after some serious partying with my relatives I found myself stumbling back to the hotel room, no one could party like my dad’s family and I felt stupid trying to keep up with them. After clumsily changing into my nightclothes I had to endure one of my mother’s famous speeches. “Tomorrow you are waking up early chiquitita, and I better not hear you complain!” I groaned and tucked myself into the fluffy down comforter next to my sister, the best part about drinking too much is the blissful and instantaneous sleep that follows. The down side of drinking too much is that urgent need to pee at inconvenient moments. Mine was at three in the morning; I stumbled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom with about as much grace as a sack of potatoes. I was almost completely sober by this point but I was still exhausted and couldn’t wait to get back to bed. Feeling relieved I hoped into bed and snuggled under the warm
Great! I was having a sleep paralysis episode. Normally I would get one or maybe two a month but it had been so long since I had one that I was not prepared at all. It wasn’t so bad at first the heaviness of my own limbs was uncomfortable at most but other that that it wasn’t so bad. I accepted it and allowed my brain to drift off to sleep again when I heard the one thing that I hated to hear during one of my episodes. It was faint at first, hidden behind my dad’s monstrous snoring. But it got louder and louder as seconds past, it was the sound of