contemplative part 1

I can't see. I can't feel anything, other than this migraine. Feeling is returning to my limbs. I can feel my body shaking. I can feel what may be shackles on my arms and legs. Only slight sensations are coming to me, I assume I must have been drugged, but what's to know. I can't see. I can barely feel.

Muscle movement is severely impaired. I can barely make an effort to raise myself onto my knees. Feeling is still slowly returning. I realize a slight discomfort deep in my lungs. My breathing pattern is obviously irregular. Am I choking? Only slightly, if at all, as it is not stopping me from staying conscious. Clack. Off go the shackles on my arms. My hands immediately go to my neck. It seems as though there's a collar like item attached to my throat. I suppose its attached to a wire in the wall, or something, like a leash. That explains my choking. I move back to my earlier position on the floor. Breathing patterns have returned to normal.

I wonder if this is a dream. Weird dream, eh? Well, if it is a dream, I won't die, right? So, lets see if I can't get this neck brace off. First to cut this wire…crap. Steel cable. Well, lets see the size of this room. I crawl in the direction of the wire. Bang. Headfirst into a wall. I guess that would have  been woken up by that. How did I get here. What is this room made of…leather? No…wait…I have leather gloves on…so, concrete then.

What's this on the floor…feels…sharp? I guess I should stay away fr-*white* so bright can't composethoughts mysightis returning lessandless bright more and more control is returning to me. Gray. Concrete was right. Quick turn around shows a gray cylindrical room. Look down.

Sharp was right too. I guess it's a pair of wire cutters. Well, goodbye to another limitation. Snap off goes the wire. A flash of red catches my eye. I turn my head. Nothing's there. Well…here goes nothing. I stand up, weakly and unsteadily, but I manage to stand. I wonder what that red was. I look back to the spot where the red came from, or, at least, where I think it came from, how could you tell? This room is perfectly cylindrical, with no marks on the wall- except for those? A line of dots carved in the wall. That wasn't there before. Speaking of which, what happened to that steel wire? And my shackles…also gone. Were they even there?

dot dot dotdot dotdotdot dotdotdotdotdot hmm…what does this mean? Lets start at the beginning of the line again…dotdotdotdotdotdotdotdot that's…not right? dotdotdotdotdotdotdotdotdotdotdotdotdot what? No… it was dot dot dotdot dotdotdot and so on, right. Why? Lets try again…dot dot dotdot-its back to normal?? What is this?