Taylor's p.o.v:
I couldn't decide if loosing consciousness was a good thing or a bad thing. Well, of course it was bad, because everyone was loosing their minds worried, and i couldn't tell them that i was utterly okay with being unresponsive. But it was also good because i could no longer burst into tears and ruin the mood. I was tired of constantly bringing people down with me. So it could also be considered good, if you look at it from my perspective.
I'd discovered that there were different levels of being unconscious. There was light stage, where i could hear low, soft voices and cries around me, but i couldn't respond, but i could still hear them. It usually didn't register what they were saying, because i would slip into the deep stage. The deep stage was where i was in my own sort of alternate reality universe. The world was all... black. Black, clean and shiny. I was in my house, but there was no furniture. It was just my walls and windows, all shiny and black. I was just walking in that world. Nothing else, just walking around in my alternate house.
a/n: ooft this bit was inspired by harry potter :)
