I woke up... with a distant feeling of dread. As if something really horrible happened or was about to happen. I tried to jolt myself into reality, forced my eyes open, shook my head and tried to pull myself out of the lethargy I was swimming around in mentally. Ugh... where am I? I felt extremely groggy and lightheaded. For a second I could have almost believed that I had been drugged, causing me to be this slow. As I sat up, I accidentally kicked the oil lamp by my side. Oh no! I put out the fire but there was glass everywhere, shattered and ready to slice me into a thousand mini MEs. I tried to avoid it but I did indeed cut my finger. There was a sharp pain and a lot of blood but it was the catalyst I needed. To my horror and dismay, I suddenly remembered exactly where I was and what I was supposed to be doing.