"Bbbbbbbbbaaaaassssssstttteeeerrrrrrrddddd" It takes a year to get the word out, and you notice he's taken the rag from your face. Good. Now you can sleep without worrying about suffocation. Or rolling in the ocean.
Somewhere in the back of your mind that sense of self preservation is screaming at you to fight it, to stop from falling asleep. But your eyes lose the battle and roll unceremoniously up into your head.