The room was different.
Small, maybe arms distance in height, I could feel the roof from my bed. I tilted my feet, and hit nothing, but bringning my hands back, I could feel that there was something behind me. Soft, like the bed – a headboard perhaps.
But it wasn’t where I’d laid down to sleep.
Maybe it was the smell – coppery, almost sweet. There was a tang in the air, one I didn’t remember ever experiencing before.
And I was experiencing it. It wasn’t just a scent, it was invading me. Making my mouth tingle with anticipation.

There was no light and in all my fumbling, I couldn’t find the lightswitch. I could feel the feathery whisper of numbess in my fingers – I was cold, so cold. I couldn’t feel anything else, just the lingering, doubtful nagging pull that I was feeling for a switch that wasn’t there.