You’re dead tired, sluggishly on the edge of consciousness fading in and out. It feels like you’re floating in a dark sea and occasionally you recognize faintly the sensation of being lifted or touched. Or perhaps you also feel the rumble of an engine. There’s snug yet comfortable pressure around your wrists, ankles, and head.

After a brief moment you realize you’re in a pair of plush cuffs and a soft blindfold, it seems whoever has bound and blinded you wished for you to be particularly comfortable. And with how limp you’re feeling it’s a rather blissful languid warmth that resides in your heavy flesh. Far too mellow to panic or struggle, or think much of anything.

But in your numb senses you can hear the muffled sound of voices that gets clearer with the slow drag of time.