Awakening

i cannot say distinctly what roused me next morning. My faculties were all in a maze. I stretched and looked and listened as though my faculties were helpless prisoners behind my numb, useless senses. And then i could have sworn by all the rich repository of gods and saints that the wreck of 20 hierarchies had stranded in my mind, that i heard a real material sound, a click and a rattle, like metal striking stone. This being followed immediately by a star of light somewhere in the mid black void in front fa twas but a freak of fancy. The stretching of my cramped and aching sinews was but a nucleus of those swimming lights that mo ed my still sleepy eyes.