Eyes are full of fairy dust and you must rub them to see the world clearly. One tries what was always common and easy but now seems not to work. Try after failed try you wish to rub your face massaging the eyes and removing the sand of sleep.
There comes to your awakening eyes the sounds of many people talking and the noise of their actions. You try to peer out from where you lay, raising the head only to notice the din of noise to become quiet.
It is a struggle to get up your legs not responding with the same dexterity as you had once. Your arms too feel dull in their movment yet with every waking breath your sensation of strength seems to increase.
A deep inhale of the chilly morning air and with a great sigh you blast out a strange but horrid sound from the nostrils in your face.
Eyes look back, people stop and stare. You are their main attraction!