*AWKWARD TRANSITION*

Ethan opened his eyes and immediately reached out for something solid.  He flailed for a moment, only feeling the air.  Then he heard a sound, pain, the table - his arm had hit the table.  He violently grabbed hold of it as his chair rocked under his erratic movements.  Deep breath.  He was alive.  At least, for the moment.

Ethan cursed himself.  He hated sleeping.  It was always a terrifying ordeal.  But it had been an accident this time.  An accident.  He needed to gain better control of himself, because accidents have the same consequences as not.  Deep breath again.  He was still alive.