I came to my senses slowly trying to emerge from the state of some kind of sticky, viscous state of sleep. A deep feeling of non-existence, when you do not wake up, but as if you are resurrecting again, forcing every cell of your body to wake up. Weird. I did not sleep, but fainted after the blow. Consciousness is still in some kind of half-asleep, but it already clings to sounds and smells, and it seems that it is not able to analyze, but nevertheless notes them distantly. It smells damp and musty in here. This stink is driven into the nose with a dense ball of molecules, clings...