Skylar awoke to the sound of buzzing in his ears.
He opened his eyes. Blurs of colours swam before his eyes: greens, oranges, yellows. No distinctive shapes could be made out in the colours. He realized, startled, that he couldn't see.
But he could feel. He was lying in a small cot of some sort, and he was completely naked. There were cotton sheets under him and he was covered with a thick woollen blanket. At the touch of the soft material, his vision immediately began to cloud with various hues of pink.
He stretched out his hands, and felt metal bars on both sides of him. He saw purples and blues. He lightly tapped a finger against the metal, experimenting, and relished the clink each time his nail made contact with it. Hey, this is fun. Slowly he glided one hand up one bar, feeling the smooth coolness in his palm. Touch was a new sense to him, and he felt as though it should be used cautiously.
When his hand met more resistance at the top,