Senses working overtime

I grip the rail, to steady myself
Descending into a darkness
so complete it has form.
From somewhere, far below
sounds struggle to be heard.
Straining, I turn my head
and, fatally, loosening my grip,
I plummet into the void.

I land on my own consciousness
and, for a while, there is nothing.
Sparks, behind my eyes, momentarily
light my dreams, and I see
the shape of things to come.

Around me, I feel fingers
caressing my soul, urging me
onwards, upwards.
As I rise from the abyss, I see,
smell, feel, taste the energy,
the life force?
And as the darkness dissipates,
I hear, once again,
your sweet, sweet voice.
"Get up you lazy sod!
You're late for work again!!!"