Bliss. Quiet oblivion. Unknowingness, fuzzy images (sometimes) surrounded by darkness. A curtain away from reality.
I try to fight the shadow, swim back to consciousness, reaching for the veil to pull away the darkness and see my window.
Tiny slits open. A flash of light, and grills, very conspicuous in my frame of vision. Steady breaths get steadier, slow with the rise and fall of my chest. I sink back into the darkness.
How long has it been? Half an hour, an hour, ten minutes? It feels like seconds...
I reach out again. A watch appears in my head, numbers and a voice, my voice saying "Nine. Work at nine."
Now I can imagine where things are... I see the window, the cupboard, the clothes. Though they have no clear outlines, I ready myself for the familiar.
With a great amount of energy and an equal measure of will power, I force my body to sit up. My head follows suit.
Hair obscures vision. I draw my hand mechanically, like the driver of a machine, wipe the hair from my face and let it fall lifeless. I lean against the wall and sleep again.
I jolt awake. I've had a dream, but that is not the reason for my wakefulness. Strangely, I am alert. My body is mine again and my head connected with it.
Refreshed, I stand, steady myself from the slight spinning. Then down a glass of water and I'm off to the loo to pee.
If I just had the time...