"Uh-huh."
He muttered to himself as soon as the pages of his eyes were flipped open. He closed them again but there was a pressure on him. He opened his eyes again. The body system was preparing to react to recent and habitual processes tossed by the vibe.
He was lying on his back as usual. But there was a twist to what was happening or to say, what he woke up to.
His eyes were to the ceiling. He tried to turn but he couldn't. There was something lying on him.
Well twas hard to tell if twas really a something. The so called thing measured him up from the chest to the legs.
He tilted his head and looked down his body. His eyes hovered over a shape on his chest.
He wasn't very much awake, so twas quite difficult for him to link the feelings and the images.
He flapped his eyes as though they were some worn wings.
"A Head?"
He muttered as soon as he was able to make a picture of the mass his eyes were hovering over.