Waking up in the Kitchen.

My eyes are closed, but I can tell I'm not in a sleeping place, such as my bed or one of my favorite couches. The ground is hard below me, linoleum I think, not carpet and I'm not outside. Perhaps I'm in the kitchen. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, I can see part of the refridgerator, and one of the dining room chairs. This doesn't feel quite right, why am I lying here in the kitchen as is I took a nap here? Well I was reading my book over in the next room, perhaps I fell asleep and slept walked over here before I finally gave up finding a bed. No, that feels much to wrong, I've never slept walked, I've rarely even talked in my sleep. Alright, well I'm still on the ground. And it still lacks a whole lot of correctness. My head doesn't hurt, well no more then that headache that I've had for about two weeks now would cause. None of my body parts hurt at all either. Now that I think of it it was the sound of me hitting the chair that woke me up. So I must have collapsed. But why? Pieces are slowly reassembling, yes, I was reading, and I got up to go into the kitchen, and as I got closer, I started to get light-headed and everything began to go dark. I put my hand on the wall to brace myself, and then I can feel the floor underneath me. But how long have I been down here, I think I heard myself hit the chair, but there could have been some blackout time in between. My watch says 2:15, good, I stopped reading at 2:14 I remember that much. I guess I should probably get up.