Drain it out, you unconscious bastard. Drain it out. Steadily now, wobbly. Steadily, steadily, steadily. You'll go onward, just like a ship found in mapping the northern lights of the North Pole.
And eastward, westward, and southward? Screw that. You don't have time for that, you silly nonsensical child. This is where I told you to go, and by damn, you will go there.
I shake my head. I shake my head, you know that! I shake my head to what you suggest, I will never be forced to be a character of your imagination.
And yet - and yet you fight it! You can feel your eyelids shutting, you can feel your body swaying from side to side. You can feel your arms and legs go weak. You can obviously see that the room is becoming bright and needle falling on a floor is as loud as thunder. And you write. That's what you do!