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The sounds are clearer, richer. The words are beginning to make sense. I can feel my heart rate increasing, sense the first surge of adrenaline.
Then I slip behind again, the fog and the fuzz overtaking me. I try to hold on, try to clear the mist, and this time I’m successful.
The noises are loud, almost painful. Every sound vibrates and rings in my ears.
I think I’ve been awake for some time, but I’m not really sure what awake means. I think I’m conscious, but I still struggle to will myself to do the things I want to do.
It sounds strange, but I don’t even know if my eyes are open. It’s difficult to tell. I don’t even know what vision is. I’ve seen things — crisp, clear images — but I know I wasn’t actually seeing them. It’s like those first few seconds after waking up from a viv
