I felt like being sick, my head was spinning, never mind that, my body was spinning. A myriad of colours materialised before my eyes, nothing discernible, just impressions like an out of focus photograph and a gradual, but mercifully rapid, grey blackness that left me numb. A slight awareness, can't move, rumbling sensation in my ears, sleep.
More awareness, memory patterns oozing into place. Bike beneath me, fifty miles an hour, clear road, straight country lane in summer sunshine, slight left hand bend coming up, the screen calm. Excitement of being in complete control warming my body, going fast, giving me goose bumps. The tractor wheel tracks, etched brown on black, mud on tarmac. Sleep. I feel cold and try to move to ease the enveloping dampness that comes off a field of grass on a midsummer's evening, but my legs feel like I've been sitting at home on the toilet and reading a comic for too long. I dig my elbows in and lift my head an inch or so, immediately feel dizzy and gag, adrenaline flows and survival instinct synopses snap and I twist sideways to avoid suffocation should I vomit. I remain like this for an indeterminate amount of time, because every time I go to relax the inclination to be sick returns. After a while I realise I'm laying on my back again and relax, my head laid back.
A bright yellow sun is situated just above and to the left of centre of forward vision. I think to myself 'I'm in a field', my hands clench and I feel a soft