I looked around desperately, helplessly, wanting to put an end to this lucidity. 

I had no idea how long I had been out. Months? A year? My arms were still hopelessly encased within my straitjacket. Why the fuck would they let me wake up? It would be better for everyone if I just went back to sleep. Judging by how I had been treated, Vivian was probably dead. I was alone.

For a moment, I tried to put up a fight, tried to struggle to escape my bonds, before realizing just how pointless my efforts were. I felt so, so weak. Even thinking about it felt like a tremendous task. Why wouldn't I just fall back asleep?

"I'm awake," I yelled. Or, at least, I [i]tried[/i] to yell. My words were so faint that even I could barely hear them. How long had it been since I last spoken? My last attempt was the day I was captured, when I was frantically trying to explain the situation to the guards before they knocked me out, hadn't it?

I breathed deeply, tried to relax my mind. It didn't matter. The only important thing was that I needed to go back to sleep.