Distance of Skies

I open my eyes.
The first thing I see is blue, with some white splatters occassionaly occupying the vast canvas. My eyes were still blurred, and I see nothing but smudges. My arms felt wobbly, and my legs immobile. My neck was stinging, but it didn't hurt as much as my head hurt spinning. I am very dizzy.
I let myself lie down to wherever I was lying, and try to remember why I am at my present state. But unfortunately, I can't remember anything or I can't focus at anything at all because of how hard my head is spinning. I bring a wobbly arm to my forehead and try to shield myself from the immense heat, which I do so successfully. I try to move my legs, which I also accomplish, and I think nows a good time to sit up.
I sit up and my head feels like a band is playing inside. Throbbing and throbbing and throbbing, I clutch my head with a hand and wince. I felt like I've been hit in the head with a door last night. I stay like that for a while until the throbbing minimized, and I open my eyes.
And one thing comes to mind.
I am not at home.