>Let's beat that to the punch, then.
>You have just enough awareness left in you to remember to take your nightly dose of medicine before lying down. Then you settle onto your bed of moss and bundled clothing, say goodnight, and are asleep practically before the words are out of your mouth.
>It is a dull and dreamless sleep, like being smothered in cotton wool. It feels like a very long time has passed when you become aware of your surroundings again. However long it's been, there is warm sunlight streaming through the curtain of leaves to rest gently upon your nose and the left half of your body. Somewhere, birds are singing cheerfully. You hear something small and swift scamper along the pebbles by the edge of the water. You, on the other hand, feel weary and dim. Your limbs ache. Lifting them is effortful, as though your whole body were draped in a leaden sheet. There is a stiffness in your right shoulder when you try to move it - perhaps from the ground or perhaps not. You remain still for a few minutes to muster enough will to roll onto your side and try to stretch; you grimace slightly as you work a few kinks out of the muscles in your neck and back.
