Although this has happened:
Yes, I would like to take a walk. Met some old friends and had a little chat and you texted.
Yeaaaaa. Came from the other side of the table.
I slowly, very vaguely remembered what it was. It was excruciatingly difficult to start thinking like a person again and to perceive the world around us not as a whole, but with the senses - touch, sight, hearing. The first question that came to my mind was "Who am I?". All this absorbed me so much that I still did not pay any attention to the fact that I was in complete darkness and as if in a void. Without knowing why, I waved my hand, cutting her emptiness. The next moment I felt support under my feet. It would be more correct to say that I just suddenly realized that there was a floor under my feet and I obey my awareness, it instantly became so, although a moment ago there was no floor. The floor was... cold. Yes, cold. It was not the most pleasant sensation and I took a step forward, succumbing to an incomprehensible intuition. Somehow I knew that I had to step forward. My bare foot felt the soft, warm pile of the carpet underneath. It was still dark all around. As soon as I turned my attention to it, the darkness suddenly became not as absolute as before. It began to draw indistinct outlines of something. Along with this, a new feeling came. Strange, but for some reason I felt safe. I sat down on the soft, warm carpet and breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps for the first time in my life. Little by little, still vaguely, at the level of sensations, I remembered what it was like to be in a physical body. Putting my hand on the carpet, I ran my hand over it. It was a familiar feeling, I had already done this a long time ago, in a past life. But something was different now, although I couldn't figure out what it was... I ran my hand over the carpet again, trying to figure out what should be different. Again I felt the friction of my hand on the soft pile of the carpet, the pads of my fingers and ... and something else, unusual. Not only the palm and fingers were rubbing against the carpet, but also something else. Oh yes, those are probably my nails, but they seem to be much longer than they should be.
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Get up, bring male coffee, or do you want to drink something? He turned to frozen men.
I answered sitting at the kitchen table. At that moment, Christina's phone rang, and she went into another room. The conversation went on raised tones. I realized that it was some guy calling. Only snippets of phrases were heard: “I’m not alone ... I can’t now ... I’m not lying ... leave me alone, I have a boyfriend ... you’ll see if you don’t believe it.” After the last phrase, she appeared in the kitchen.
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