Drawing down upon the hard ground beneath me, I rise. Stagering as though blind, an instantaneous but brief blackness attacks me as I struggle to regain my balance and apt awareness of my surroundings. I close my eyelids, heavy from their lack of rest and constant strain. Relief. Sheer relaxation, resembling the release of daily pain when one lays in bed at night. But alas, it is only momentary. I must return to the grief and struggles of reality, which I can still here buzzing around me, refusing to wait.