«Hmm, cold» my hand goes for covering but there is no blanket to pull. «That’s not bed» my hand goes through supposed bed. Assured in inadequacy of my top left limb, I turn my hope to eyes. Unfriendly, cloacked in shadows surroundings greet me, or most likely, ask me to go wherever I came from. Almost assured in inadequacy of my eyes, I catch glimpse of light on the edge of sight. Hopefull I roll over. Curved bronze disk is shimmering with fire before me. If there is any lighting or heat, It goes from this «impressive dish». Radiating warmth and sending shadows away, it urges me to edge closer. «Hmm, warm. Not warm enough though» using my slept on hand I plump forward with determination and throw inadequate one at shield, effectively toppling it at me. *Sigh* «What a fuck am I doing? Well... whatever I’m doing, It would be great to stay under this improvised heater. Maybe, these are my last words... before I'll wake up.»

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