Dr. Naesli.

Delirium and confusion mix, as consciousness fades in, replacing the blurry black void

that I only now recognize as sleep.

I open my eyes and my blurry vision slowly clears as I look around.

My surroundings are so foreign and my mind so sluggish that I can't help but think

I'm having a particularly vivid dream.

I'm lying on a bed of hay on the floor of a wooden stall.

The musky smell that fills my nostrils is one of animal feces, decaying organic matter,

dust, and old, unfinished wood.

There's a lantern hanging from the wooden wall to my left, the flame inside flickering

slightly.

What the hell?

I say to no one.

My mouth dry and my tongue thick.

As I sit up, my head spins and I feel momentarily nauseous.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, which serves to calm my stomach.

I open my eyes again, moving my head slowly to avoid another bout of nausea.

Gathering my bearings, I notice that I'm wearing strange clothes.

My great pants are of a stiff and scratchy wool.

I'm wearing a heavy long sleeve shirt made of thick cotton, also dark gray in color.

Instead of buttons down the front of the shirt, there's a thick zipper.

I feel up to the neck of the strange shirt with my hands, and find that there's some

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