It was then the black shifted to grey, I turned in a stupor. Half dreaming still my eyes floated around the room, only blurs of light would shift and fade in and out of recognition.
The calming spatter of rain resonated through thin panes of glass, as a hostage bound, unable to release the full extent of their cry for attention. A deep murmur of a thunder rolled around my senses, panning from side to side. The rebuttal at which the rain seemed to take caution and ease, but only briefly.
Light became my enemy, my brain slowly gaining consciousness and rejected me back into a world which the impossible was impossible.
A sharp crack of thunder, despotic to this sybaritic limbo I wished I would remain in, snapped through my bones like a pale of cold water thrown over me.
I was awake.