My eyes snapped open. Was I dreaming? No, I never dream. At least I think I never dream, it's hard for me to tell.
Something was ticking by my left ear, I turned my head slightly towards the source of the noise. A mechanical clock showed in the dim light, nothing extraordinary. Certainly nothing to be alarmed about. The second hand was attempting to move around its path, but it was held back by a broken minute hand. This mechanical being lied about the time.
I looked at the only source of light in the entire room, the window.
At once, a series of varying images flashed before my eyes. One after the other, too many to count and more than I could handle. On and on the images flashed for a while until they finally stopped. I lay on the bed panting for a while.
I remembered some of the images that I had just seen, obviously the  most recent ones. What were they? Memories?
Well, I had limped back (from where?), entered this place through the window and slumping on the bed. Why didn't I use the front door? Was this even my own house? As far as I could tell, I thought as as I bolted up, no.
What am I doing here? Where is the real owner? I asked myself as I got off the bed. I'd better get out of here, I thought.
It was dark outside as I approached the closed window. I attempted to slide it open and it resisted for a moment, then it gave up and slid open. The cool night air could be smelt. I liked my lips in anticipation and heard someone swearing some ways off.
The images reeled in my vision again, the same images I saw before. Images that obviously meant something, if they were to be properly memorized and analyzed sequentially.
The taste of copper brought me back to my senses.
Oh, so I had been in a fight and then limped off and came here. But who had I fought with? And if I limped off in the first place, how come my foot was not hurting me now? Was I feigning the injury? Nothing, I could not remember anything before that.
I looked for the source of the copper,  and I realized where it came from. Something dripping from my mouth, something red, something that made my heart beat faster, I shook my head. How stupid of you to actually cut your tongue with your teeth, I said to myself.
What is happening to me? I wondered as I went through the window. No need for answers, not yet. The night is young, let me enjoy it a little.