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Activation My nose was cold and blocked with dry lips from breathing only through my mouth. This and the cold air against my face brought me nearer to the surface. I could also detect a pleasant morning sun and heard birds singing. Wherever I was or whatever had happened, I was fully clothed and in a particularly uncomfortable position. The occurrences of last night had left me lying crouched here on the grass, sheltering from chill, and by morning I would be astonished as to how I actually slept this way. My bones killed me as I moved myself to come around and everything ached when I tried to collect each stiff limb. I stood up and stretched, hearing every bone crack which felt oddly pleasant. My bleary eyes acclimatised to the fresh morning sun and misty field around me and I remembered feeling collected enough to enjoy coming around unrushed. Remembering the previous night wasn’t as easy. A huge question mark would hang over everything as I tried to remember it, which was why I didn’t bother. I knew how things were out of place ranging from why I spent so long watching the sun set to the way someone like myself with irrationally stringent sleep requirements could crash out so easily, like an old vagabond. Trying to account for things would make my head burn in the usual way so I just shelved these confusions for later and enjoyed the morning. I noticed how different this field was during his time of day to the way it was when I visited it during my strange evening trips. Rather than taking in the natural serenity and silence that I enjoyed at sunset, it seemed to offer more activity during the day. For the first time, I noticed deer grazing in the distance and other wildlife. I heard birds singing, which was strangely absent when I came here at night. If I stretched my eyes that bit further, I would see people, joggers and other folk taking the scenic route to work. 46 It must have been around 8.30 and I was in no hurry to report into work. I