My nose felt tight. I was just waking up. Cold. My head reeled. My body ached, limbs crunched audibly when I baled up. Pale blue light, so dull. Then, I couldn't be asleep anymore. That fast.
Not where I'd been the night before. Last night? Or, was it? "Where the fuck?"
Dry, dry air. Smelled like blood, a tart assault on my senses. My eyes seemed caked together. My feet were suddenly uncomfortably cool. I had to wake up, eventually, despite my latent exhaustion. The blanket on top of me was practically nothing, a cursory rag. A 'trick' by whoever was playing this scenario. Threads from a loom, nothing more.
My mouth was so very dry. The room wasn't outright cold but I felt something like it. An emptiness, a loss. Altitude, perhaps.
I fought to see where I was. It seemed like an imperative. Have to know 'what the deal is," right?
But I knew that I didn't want to wake up when I did. And not in a place like this, with conspicuous sterility - a hospital, maybe.
No more mushrooms, I reminded myself. They lead to inevitable trouble. As they had.
The door slicked open, I hadn't even identified it...
A greyish shape with yellow moved toward me, and I was aware that I couldn't move away, not in any real fluid way. Everything ached.
And then I was out again. Hard. Maybe I felt a needle.
