Sidabri

Your peaceful, pleasant sleep is cut short as your world turns from a secluded black to a blinding pink.  Dazed and still half asleep, you blink open your eyes and are greeted with a ray of sunshine that has found the single hole in your blinds. —It always finds that hole… With a grunt you try to roll to the side but find your left arm pinned.  Blearily, you try to move your arm, but all feeling stops past the elbow. —Whaaaaa… You turn your head, confused at the loss of feeling in your hand.  The world is still out of focus, but after a few blinks you discover the cause. —Oh yeah