Slowly the eyes open and the mind begins to accept information. Sensations of small pains, injection points as one recalls, and then a fuzzy memory of a lab.
Moving causes some pains, there is stiffness in things which normally are not stiff. One has a weak feeling in the gut as if things are not quite right.
Seeing comes with blurry forms of images moving at a distance, but this one is so drugged yet, it seems a waste of time to try and force the eyes to focus.
Faint memories of conversing with a man but even those words are hard to remember. Words suggesting of D.N.A. and phrases like, "forced growth or transitions of moral attitude", all these make one wonder.
Odd even as one becomes awake the alert ability to hear things of the most minute of little sounds has one listing.
The air is ablaze with scents as if one has fallen into a bottle of perfume. Flowers, smoke, dust, and strange scents of musky smelling things, it makes the mind suggest what one should know about that which makes the smelling so sharp.
Shaking the head to clear the butterflies and fog only brings on wierd sensations about the neck, and head. The face has a sense of being now heavy as does the rest of the body. Feeling as if one has gained a great amount of physical weight, the sensation of bulk bothers too.
Movement is slow as one slowly becomes alert to the surroundings. It will be a real relief to be back at home and able to relax and rest after this rotten situation in concluded.
"What, what is this one hears the call of a name, it is this one's name!" Cocking the head to listen, the name is called out and it brings on a feeling of belonging. The heart beats with joy at hearing of the name and with it comes a surge of strength to rise up and look for they who come.