My eyelids snap up, but register no light.
I paw at my face. It’s back again.
I try to pull it off, but it snaps back, digging deeper into my cheeks. I reach for the tube at its base that feeds it. I push it away but it coils around my head. I pull it off and throw it, but it snaps back, it's ribbed exoskeleton flexing and curling.
I give in and drift toward unconsciousness.
Finally... light. It's over.
It lies there, unmoving, no longer hissing.
I hate it.
But without it I might die. Damned sleep apnea.