#Chapter130
Describing the sudden shift from my minds imaginary world to reality was almost impossible to verbally explain.
It felt heavier. Reality had shifted its weight on to my body and mind. It's pressure creating a numbing feeling I could barely comprehend.
The smell was unfamiliar. It's aroma now digging into my nostrils; clawing until it made itself so familiar that I could no longer smell that lingering aroma of oranges and lemons.
Strange.
It was cold yet still warm. It was as if the air around me was bitter cold however it was the thick fabric that rested on top of me that kept me warm.
The headache. I grumbled as my hands rubbed over my forehead and down the curvature of my face.
The taste. My mouth tasted of plastic. Its horrid taste now stuck with me even after I tried to wash it down with my very own saliva. Sadly, there was no saliva; my mouth so dry I had almost forgotten what it was like to feel liquids.
