The first thing you are aware of is the pain. There is a lot of it, and it's rather...painful. You try to think up some better words, but quickly find that it's difficult to root about for synonyms when it feels like someone's playing the Coro di zingari on your skull.

With a sledgehammer.

Anyway.

You realize that you're laying on your back, looking at the sky. A bunch of small somethings prickle at your back, through your shirt--grass, you think.

You roll over, turning your face into the ground, inhaling the smell of dirt. Your stomach lurches, and for a moment you think you might be dreadfully ill, but in the end you manage to suppress the gag reflex and simply moan into the grass nasally.

An image blurs through your mind--something like neon light, and the feeling of writing in the back of a taxi and looking past the driver's head, at the city. Circles. No, circles in circles. Your mind grasps at the idea, manages to hold it for a second, then grumbles to itself as the thought fades into nothingness.

You roll over again, in the same direction as before. This is entirely the wrong thing to do, as the sky is a disgustingly bright shade of perfect, the sort of irritating color that makes you want to punch small woodland animals. You close your eyes halfway, and wait.

You're better now, you decide after a few minutes have passed. Your stomach's alright, and your headache has almost faded all the way away, even. But still, that sky has to go, so you roll over, just once more, and then just once more, and then just again and just again and just again right before you realize that gravity's been considerate enough to take the job entirely out of your hands. Apparently, you were on a hill of some sort. A steep hill. Part of you is understandably worried about the whole "rolling out of control down a very steep hill" sort of thing, while a tiny bit of you that you're ashamed to know is rather glad you don't have to go through the effort. Luckily, the grass is just soft enough that you aren't bound to get anything more than a bruising.

Oh well, there's really nothing you can do about your circumstances now, are there? Just as long as you don't hit anything blunt on the way down you should be fine.

A large grey thing rises quite quickly into your vision, and you have just enough time to think 'hojeez' before there is pain and a ringing in your mind that fades almost comfortingly into nothingness.