Yevgeny Zamyatin — We [532]

Yesterday I went to bed, and instantly sank into the very depths of sleep, like an overturned, overloaded ship. A heavy, dense mass of swaying green water. And then I slowly rose from the bottom, and somewhere in the middle depths I opened my eyes: my own room, morning, still green, congealed. — Yevgeny Zamyatin, We, 532

Note

The transition from internal, leaden sleep to sensory perception relies on precise, material metaphors that make the state of consciousness physically felt.