I open my eyes and it’s dark. They try to adjust to the lack of light, and start to see brown mixed with black.

I’m on the floor. I’m not waking up from sleep.

My head is swimming. I’m sleepy. I have a rush of adrenaline.

I raise myself on my arms and am confused that they won’t lift me up. Why are they not working?

I push myself up again and again, the strength leaving as soon as it gets there.

There’s a bed next to me.

Did I fall?

I hear someone call my name, I think it’s my name, but the voice is muddled and far away.

There’s panic in the voice, and it mixes with the panic I now feel, my heart thumping in my chest.

My legs aren’t working, I tell myself I want to stand but all I can do is continue to push up.

I start to feel the hardness of the floor on my body, I now know I’m on a floor, and I tell myself I want to speak but my mouth feels like mush, it’s made of molasses, a fish drowning out of water.

The voice is calling me, but it’s been too long, I can’t get up.

My arms go weak, I feel the ground come up and is now on my forehead, the coolness of the floor is on my face.

My body goes limp, my eyes lose focus and it’s dark again.