He was on the floor, legs crumpled beneath him, palms pressed into the cold stone floor, only vaguely aware of the animistic howls of pain that were escaping him. In a fit of rage, he ripped his glasses from this face and threw them with all his strength into the furthest corner of them room. He wrapped his arms around himself and rocked helplessly, sobbing. Up until now everything had had an almost serene unrealistic quality to it, as if it were all happening in a frighteningly vivid dream. Now though, it felt like reality was drowning him.