He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not the energy to ascertain his position in time and space, he also lacked the desire. ... In utter comfort, utter relaxation he lay absolutely still for a while, and then sank back into on the the light momentary sleeps that occur after a long, profound one.
The character wakes up in a state of disconnection, finding little significance in his surroundings. He seems to float in a liminal space, having just returned from a deep, formless existence, and feels indifferent to his current reality. There's an absence of urgency or need to engage with the world around him; instead, he embraces a sense of comfort and relaxation that leaves him content to remain still.
After a brief moment of stillness, he allows himself to drift into a light sleep once more, suggesting that he is caught in a cycle of profound rest and shallow consciousness. This passage highlights his struggle with existence and the allure of detachment, indicating that he is more comfortable in the realm of non-existence than in actively participating in life.
