it's slow at first, that groggy swim back up to the surface, to consciousness. even as he stirs, there is a stall in the way his mind processes everything. he is dimly aware, first, of the sensation of gentle rocking, almost like he were one one of his pa's rowboats on a nice, breezy day on the beach. next comes the smells — the dust, and the dirt, and that clinging scent of metal and sweat.
finally comes his vision, which swirls into focus as natural light begins to filter in, peeking through from the exit at the end of the tunnels... he blinks back his confusion, squinting at the sight of it gradually coming closer and closer...
no subject
it's slow at first, that groggy swim back up to the surface, to consciousness. even as he stirs, there is a stall in the way his mind processes everything. he is dimly aware, first, of the sensation of gentle rocking, almost like he were one one of his pa's rowboats on a nice, breezy day on the beach. next comes the smells — the dust, and the dirt, and that clinging scent of metal and sweat.
finally comes his vision, which swirls into focus as natural light begins to filter in, peeking through from the exit at the end of the tunnels... he blinks back his confusion, squinting at the sight of it gradually coming closer and closer...
but. how?? ]
Bwuh?