An Awakening.

I didn’t awake in a room, I didn’t see a tiled floor, and I wasn’t caught on the tiles when I sat up. I didn’t see tiled walls with black tiles; I didn’t look out a window pointing to the east or the west. I didn’t see the sun just rising or setting. I didn’t see a door sitting at the edge on the room, nor did I see a caged light above it. I didn’t look out the window from my place on the floor; I didn’t see the trees blooming with new life or the grass shimmering with morning dew.
In fact, I didn’t see at all, I didn’t ever wake.