It's like waking up in pitch! Not just the mere black before your eyes, but the HOT, HIGH, fevered sweat that flows over fom the heat. The fumes flood the senses causing your stomach to heave until you expel the waste upon the black tide. This only adds to the putrid smell. In the end, the worst part isn't an upset stomach, the heat, or that you cannot see a hair beyond your head. It's simply the "stuckness" of it all. This binding feeling of not being able to move. You can't right yourself. The more you wiggle the more you mire...what is the use of fighting anyway!