A Rude Awakening

I was… awake.

It didn't dawn on me that I was yet, until I felt the heat and light of dawn itself burning away at my retinas behind my closed eyelids. 

My eyes felt like they'd been glazed over by wet cement that dried out overnight from how heavy and difficult it was prying them open to meet the real world again with real eyes this time.

The sun was angling weirdly in the sky for early morning which could only mean one thing: it wasn't early morning, which, in turn, could only mean one other more crucial fatal thing - I was late for work.

Shit.

It's funny, just what the hell? Why was I even thinking about work? Out of all things - work? Wake up in a soft bed of grass, get up, take a shower, and go apologize to the manager like I didn't just see what I saw, didn't just live through whatever the hell I just lived through - in there - in Ria's long, long life.