Literature
Sedated
The floor was cold and felt like metal or at least very smooth stone. This was basically the only thing which his mind could process effectively right now..
Only a few moments later, he realized that his face was what had told him about the material of the floor.. And some more moments later even he slowly understood that his fact maybe should be worrying him.
Surely it was not normal to wake up with ones right cheek pressed against a cold, hard surface. Additionally, the fact that this only was processed by his brain at a snail's pace was worrying, too. Maybe it would be calming to observe this situation and not simply rely on his cheek, wh