another time

[lumberjim]

He woke in utter darkness. No alarm had gone off, no sound of traffic, no nothing. He realized dimly that his right arm was asleep, and that he had drooled a little. As he wiped the drool from his cheek, he was surprised to feel grit clinging to his face. The numbness in his arm erupted into painful needles of returning sensation. As he sat up, he noticed that he was on the ground, not in his bed where he had laid down the night before. Such complete darkness, such silence. Panic rose as the sleep drained away from his mind.

He stood. The floor was hard under his bare feet, and cold. He swayed, the darkness challenging his balance. The pain in his arm faded, and he realized that he was nude. The sweatpants he had worn to bed were gone, along with the tee shirt. His arms swept out, groping. Nothing. A tentative step forward, arm outstretched, and another brought his hand up short against a rough wall. Was that stone?