Sometimes I forget the state of my limbs when I am half awake. In a trance, my body seems to be free and I can stretch and kick my legs, but it is just an illusion. What woke me up was the real sensation coming back from every inch of my injured leg, starting with the bottom of my heel and above my knee. I felt the softness of the stockinette and padding inside the cast, then the hardness of the fiber edges. As long as the skin and joints wrapped by the cast and touching the inside of the plaster are reminding me, "You are not allowed to move."