Your head feels heavy and the overhead light works overtime to buzz incessantly while casting a clinical gleam over the entirety of the room.

The realization follows shortly after — you’re overstimulated. Bleary vision, uncooperative limbs, the clinking of chain links that lead up to your ankle.

On second thought, maybe that first realization isn’t the most important one to make.

“Hey,” a voice calls out. It’s raspy, and it leads to a man pacing back and forth in front of you. You pray the scent of alcohol is something you’re just imagining.

“Hey there. You’re up?”