I was lying in bed in that state just before full awareness and had the distinct sensation of being at my grandma’s house. It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt so good that I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it again.
Listening carefully, I breathed in deeply, and tried to determine what had caused my brain to momentarily transport me to the most comforting place of my childhood.
Perhaps it was the faint smell of plaster wafting from the closet. A little repair work was recently completed, and the scent of ancient plaster still hangs in the air.