Jun 07, 2008 13:43
Spinning carelessly I landed on the floor. It's 30 degrees with 63% humidity, it's warmer that I imagined. It sesems like I haven't eaten or drank anything for a day or two, slowly consciousness returns and I flutter my eyes; am I lying in vomit?
No, it's obviously a spilled bowl of cereal. Coughing, my lips start moving, a silent cruse, language right now seems awfully fatal. My head beings to spin, waves of confusion force me to sit up. Think, focus, who is playing that music? A primal beat echos from the window, some sort of hip-hop. My head is throbbing, I reach for a glass of water; it has ice in it? Obviously someone was here looking after me.
I wipe the coolness from my chin. After a moment I notice the strong taste of iron, my arm, overed in blood. Maybe I was beaten?
Looking around I notice the video camera, the sheets, the pile of towels. Where did this all come from?