It's rather awkward to wake up to the realization that you aren't sure if you're awake.
Half-existent, she slowly rose up from the ground that she assumed that she had been sleeping on. The ground was gray. It couldn't be said whether it was hard or soft, rough or smooth, or even bright or dull; only that it existed, and she knew this only because she wasn't floating or falling. As she balanced herself on her feet, it supported her weight, but she couldn't say whether it was hard or if it was soft. You might be able to say that she was drifting, though, as even though she felt like she was walking forward, there were no objects or landmarks to prove that she was moving anywhere.
Above her, the sky was a silent, muted purple. It loomed over her, offering her no help in her confused state. At the same time, it seemed to assure her that it was alright to be confused, because there was nothing to worry about in that land of nothin