Bab 808: Silent Awakening

The tinkle of bells and the whistle of chimes. In a buzzing, muffled melody pulsing through my left leg and seeping into my ears they sang, 'Wakey, wakey'. 

LIke the sluggish, ricketiest computer powering on and struggling to chug to life - one by one, I felt all my senses flip. I could feel my head, the skin on my face… for some reason also planted against the world's hardest pillow. I blinked, and I was greeted with half my view smushed into the blackness of a slab of concrete. 

And just like that - instant clarity.

Everything from yesterday started flooding back into me at once as the two decade old processor in my skull finally loaded it all - booting up still to the tune of bells and chimes. 

I slowly sat up, feeling a familiar searing and throbbing all over celebrating my return back to reality… misty white pouring from fractured skylights shedding light to all my erm… newly etched 'mementos' from the night before.