Waking is akin to drifting ashore. Nothing follows, just the roar of your consciousness railing against the un- and subconscious. It feels like returning. You wake to find yourself mired in impermeable darkness. You cannot see, but it wraps itself warmly around you with familiarity.
You feel how the ground beneath you is hard and cold as you push off of it to stand.

Check your pockets.
Feel around.
Call out to the darkness.
Wait.