Overlap

Chapter 107-B: Psionic Overload

<01/31/2014 - 06:30 | 1010 Link Street, Marietta, GA, USA>

There have been days before when I was so tired in my mornings, I drifted back to sleep with what little consciousness I achieved with the alarms, too drained and out of it to bother staying awake. Today felt ten times more intense than the sensation I could recall. Even though I woke up to no alarms, (having not set them last night), I also struggled to remember anything about the day before. The blank space in my mind following a dreamless slumber is what led me to wanting more consciousness in the moment.

I already knew that something was very wrong with the situation I was in. For one, my nose was down to the carpet floor, far away and far outside of the bed I normally sleep in. I was still in my locked room alone, but sleeping outside my bed was something I never do. The idea of it kept me awake longer.

I want to say this moment is what spurred my mind awake, to achieve full alertness, at least enough to get up and figure out what happened, but no matter what I wanted, my body wasn't listening to me. Even though I could think clearly, my thoughts were so slowed down compared to before, fighting my every effort to stay awake. My whole body was sore from head to toe as well, as if I had been swimming in a pool for hours without rest.

The lights to my room were already turned on, though from the way I was sleeping, I had to assume nobody entered my room at any point to correct or question why I was knocked out on the floor. It was another factor that made no sense to me, since I don't sleep with the light on. At this point, I realized how serious the situation was. Through the initial burning of my retinas in the light, as I glanced around the room struggling just to sit up, all of my entire field of view kept weaning in and out of blurriness. Everything I looked at wasn't staying in focus.

"What happened?" When I asked myself this aloud, I had to repeat my own words once more, confused by the distorted noise coming from my mouth. It wasn't my voice which was wrong, but the way I was hearing it. It felt like every sound was being muffled under a damp carpet, severely reduced in volume for reasons beyond my current comprehension. I would have started to panic now, if only I had the energy.

I couldn't ever recall a single moment in my life where I've been this exhausted before. The sleepiness I woke with wouldn't leave me alone or die down even a little. I checked over at my alarm clock on the ground, making out the time through my blurred vision since I wasn't too far from it. Six-thirty in the morning. I'm lucky enough to wake up on time by mere coincidence, but why did I sleep on the floor to begin with...?

Right on cue, my memories of yesterday plowed through the mental fog consuming me, unwrapping the full package of what I went through. Given the gap after getting to my room, it didn't make a lot of sense, but I actually recalled feeling like I was about to pass out... I remembered feeling this way, then nothing after that moment, and then I wake up on the ground?

"Crap," I whispered. "I actually did pass out, didn't I?" Nothing else would make sense given what I currently know. I wish I had more brain power just to contemplate it. Deciding to try giving myself time to wake up with breakfast as fuel, I stood up, twisting my legs to the door; yet another mistake.

My legs couldn't keep up with the constant twisting dizziness of my ruined balance, and I fell back to the floor just as quickly as I assumed I could stand. My fall was quiet to me given my reduced hearing, but I bet it was loud to anyone else. I made sure to land on my hands, having at least this much reaction time, but to see that I was so weak I could barely walk - made the morning mood dreadful. The sensation of my spinning surroundings didn't leave me anytime soon, and I was stuck on the ground with my slow thoughts.

Calm down and think Reed. You passed out yesterday while connected to Lumina. The only thing I have to remember, is why. I enjoyed the date I had with Lumina yesterday afternoon, but I didn't have much time after that. I kept up with my water supply regularly during the connection, so it wasn't dehydration. The outdoor temperature never actually went to or exceeded the cut-off point of telepathy either, so that wouldn't make sense. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why it happened to me at all. The only thing I knew was that I wasn't supposed to go down the way I did yesterday, and it's probably the very reason I feel like a pile of trash right now.