Yeah, so here's chapter 4. Does anyone actually read this?
I was floating. Not quite unconscious, but really not there at all. I was in a dark, hazy cloud of bliss. I didn't want it to end. But it did.
I was slowly being brought back to the surface by a strange sensation… Movement? Yes. I was being dragged. I frowned. I didn't care about this. I wanted to go back to sleep. But now I could hear voices. They were jumbled and faint but they were there. And they were keeping me awake. I tried to tell the voices to shut up, but my voice wouldn't come. In fact, I couldn't move at all. Then the voices got louder, and I floated even closer to the surface. I became aware of a faint, throbbing ache that began in my hands, but radiated down my arms. Suddenly, I heard a scream, and felt something heavy land on my arm. The pain of the weight on my hand almost brought me completely out of the fog. I moaned softly in the back of my throat. I still couldn't do much more than frown.
Now I could hear the shuffle of people moving and an occasional yelp. Finally, there was silence. I was relieved. I could finally sleep. I began to sink a little deeper.
But before I could sink very far I felt movement. The pressure on my arm disappeared to my relief. And I felt something slip under me and pick me up. I couldn't form much a coherent thought, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was questioning what was going on. But, before the thought could take any real root, lethargy won over. I drifted slowly back into the blackness…