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"He woke from a disturbed night's sleep, having felt a certain kind of oppression, as if a body were smothering him. He had not had one of his sleep-paralysis episodes for some time-that uncanny sense of another presence in the bedroom, other than Kate or their daughter Pippa, who at her age sometimes crept in after a nightmare.
No, this was different: as though something, or someone, was enveloping him. Yet he could not tell whether this presence carried menace or comfort. He realised he was sweating-drenched. Kate lay beside him, unruffled, oblivious to his restless turnings, which had twisted the bedsheets into a torque, as if he had been parachuted into the bed and buffeted on all sides by a fierce oneiric wind."
"He woke from a disturbed night's sleep, having felt a certain kind of oppression, as if a body were smothering him. He had not had one of his sleep-paralysis episodes for some time-that uncanny sense of another presence in the bedroom, other than Kate or their daughter Pippa, who at her age sometimes crept in after a nightmare.
No, this was different: as though something, or someone, was enveloping him. Yet he could not tell whether this presence carried menace or comfort. He realised he was sweating-drenched. Kate lay beside him, unruffled, oblivious to his restless turnings, which had twisted the bedsheets into a torque, as if he had been parachuted into the bed and buffeted on all sides by a fierce oneiric wind."
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