Coming To and Waking Up

I could feel the familiar cold smoothness of porcelain pressed against the right cheek of my swollen face. As I opened one eye, I saw those words I had seen too often, "American Standard." There was something stuck to the left side of my face and I knew exactly what it was. My right arm was numb because I had been sitting on it for God only knows how long. I couldn't wipe my face with my left hand; I needed it to steady myself because the room was still spinning.