4th October

4th October

Being knocked is a shit way to go to sleep. Waking up is fucking horrible. Nothing like in the films. When you come around nothing is in focus. Your arms and legs don’t feel like they have bones. Then to top it off you are confused as to where you are.

This awakening was no different to any other time I have been knocked out. I could tell I was inside and somewhere dark. While blinking frantically I heard something. A voice but I wasn’t sure if I knew it. My head was still foggy.

“Me. Is that you?”

My fat tongue was getting in the way of me speaking. It was like I had a burger in my mouth.

“Yeah.”

Was the only sound that made any sense.

The rest was mumble
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