How he landed face first on the bed in his bedroom, he couldn't say. But what he remembered last — or what he could remember last — was him walking through that door-like light he had seen in that void space.
The light had been so bright that he couldn't even make out where he was going to land. At that time he thought he was going to be blinded by how the sight threatening it was but it was only a momentral one.
Was his mind playing tricks on him? He had asked himself that over and over again while still in the dark space. And now that he was out of there, or so he thought, he still kept on with the question.
How could such happen to him yet he was unable to place his hands on how it happened? Just what hallucination was he going through at the moment. Maybe it was just a dream, he concluded in his mind as he rolled over to sit upright.