I fall into the reassuring embrace of wakefulness. All around me, the telltale phantasms of my dream state are evaporating. I kiss my nighttime lover goodbye, and then, I open my eyes. A nano passes, but the world still seems less real than my dream so I blink the last of the doubt from my eyes, revealing the truth of my surroundings.
The world beyond is tinted a pale shade of yellow, and it shifts and distorts as I turn my head to look out upon it. I reach out to find the borders of my world. It is a small world, confined by the fluid filled glass tube in which I float. This is the source of the visual distortions that make the world seem to shift and shimmer. This glass tube is my heart world; it is everything I can feel. Beyond that lies my head world, somehow less real than my heart world, it is everything I can see. It is row upon row of identical glass tubes.
Beneath me, I can hear mechanism