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The world--or at least, the room he's in--fades away. It fades to nothingness, the rest, the deep sleep that he's needed for he doesn't know how long. There's a lot he doesn't know, but he's been so tired. So very, very tired.
Waking is slow. Like only bits of him wake up at a time, instead of all at once. He feels rested, though not necessarily restored.
The location is different. And while he doesn't know the time, the day, he feels as though it's been...a really, really long nap.
His fingers flex. Then arms. His legs stop feeling like static and those get experimentally flexed as well. Hearing first, then, slowly, sight. Everything seems functional on a surface level.
"Ugh...where am I?"
Waking is slow. Like only bits of him wake up at a time, instead of all at once. He feels rested, though not necessarily restored.
The location is different. And while he doesn't know the time, the day, he feels as though it's been...a really, really long nap.
His fingers flex. Then arms. His legs stop feeling like static and those get experimentally flexed as well. Hearing first, then, slowly, sight. Everything seems functional on a surface level.
"Ugh...where am I?"
