…Nothing.
My senses are returning, one at a time. First is my sense of hearing.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Is there a leak? Just that very thought tells me I can form basic, logical conclusions.
Here comes the next sense. Touch.
Drip-plop. I feel the tiny droplet of water slide down my face. I might as well be crying, but I have no emotions to support a conclusion indicating I am sad. With the sense of touch comes the notion that the surface I am on is very cold. And probably dirty. My initial reaction would be to try to stand or sit up. I can do neither. I shiver. The only upside is that I now know I am completely unhurt, except for a minor headache.
A third sense graces me. This time it is taste. Licking my lips, I taste nothing, but I realize they are dry. I suddenly feel thirsty, and it hurts to swallow.
Smell comes back. The only noticeable scent is musty air and a hint of…blood? That is quite the scary thought. I can’t be concerned with it.
The only sense I’m not sure about is sight. Either the room is pitch black or I’m blind. I guess I’ll find out in the long run.
I feel very tired. Was I not sleeping a few minutes ago? I may as well just lay here. I’m in no danger, so it wouldn’t hurt to-
“Do not sleep.”
Hearing is definitely back. I recognize the voice as one of a stallion’s, but I have never heard it in my life.
“Can you speak?”
For a moment, it seems I have forgotten how to form speech. Grabbing for words, I sputter out:
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Can you tell me who you are?”
For the first time since my awakening, I have hit a mental wall.
Who am I?
