Stanley should have startled awake at the first shouts and the light hailstorm of gravel being kicked into his face. However, he was in no condition to startle. Instead the whiskey made him become aware of consciousness. It was like he wanted to wake but couldn’t.
He became aware of the voices; so foul and angry. He became aware that they were directed at him. Stanley couldn’t figure out who would be pissed at him, or why. The first sharp kick to the ribs nearly awoke Stanley to a fully conscience state, but he just couldn’t shake the affects of the whiskey. He wanted to scream, stand and fight. All he could do was murmur and wiggle. A kick to the face knocked Stanley back into the dark.
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