(Waking up)

What I first thought when I woke up was how horrible I felt. I didn't feel dead- the vast discomfort was too overwhelming for that- but rather like something badly suffering that would prefer to be dead.

At first I could only lay there, stunned and weakened mentally and physically. My entire body ached as though it had been held upside down and thoroughly shaken... my muscles felt helpless, lethargic, and my head seemed to strain from the throbbing within it. My mouth was extremely dry, with a thick, sour taste to it, and my tongue felt so thick it was difficult to swallow. My eyes burned, and I could only open them a small slit before they watered too badly for me to continue.

What... was my first rather foggy thought as my eyes moved slowly, trying to adjust to the darkness, to my body's pathetic shape. What the hell had happened to me...

It was a few more minutes before a possible answer came to me- the most obvious response, and the most acceptable given the situation.

I must have been drunk, I thought slowly. I must have been out with friends and drinking, and blacked out somewhere... but where are they? And where am I?

Don't worry, I told myself in the same slow but reasonable thought process. Sit up, Amaryllis Cullen- make yourself sober up... just think, Ryllis, think where you are...

No, Amaryllis… keep your eyes open…

And I tried… but it was too hard, I was swimming in darkness that soon engulfed me completely once more.