´Where am I? ´ I think before I try to open my heavy eyes in vain.

Next, I try to move any of my limbs in hope to use them to free my eyes from whatever is stopping them from opening, but again I fail.

An unknown weight is pressing down on my arms and legs not allowing them to move.

My mind remained in a half dreaming half awake state where time seems irrelevant and fear an illusion.

´What is going on? ´ I try to remember, but I fail.

I know things, words and their meaning, tastes, smells, feelings, and emotions, but memories of how I learned them, or my past as a whole is nothing but a blurry mess.

Sad at the thought that I don't even know my own past I stop trying to move and once again lay still.