A Story Unnamed Part 2

I awoke to true darkness the likes of which I have tried for years to achieve in my small two-bedroom apartment but to no avail, you would be surprised how many small light are floating in the blackness once the main light go out. I knew the moment I awoke, it was not a dream the thread count alone gave it away way, too rich for my blood or maybe I am too cheap to buy silk sheets.  As I lay motionless in this foreign place I tried to listened to the sounds of the building the people walking about and the city outside anything to tell me where I am.  A heart wrenching feeling hit my like the weight of semi truck,