Upon waking, what Jimmy saw were the bricks in the wall, the mortar, set, and holding them together, dust in the corners of the floor, sheets on the bed, a strange glowing overhead, and a door in a wall. What he felt was alone.
He had his typical waking urges to ejaculate and urinate and quench his voracious thirst, but he didn't see how any of them could be appeased given the uncertainty and austerity of his present situation.
He pulled back the covers: pajamas and an erection. He felt himself as he moved to an upright sitting position, legs dangling over the side of the bed. A bathrobe was draped over the arm of a chair, slippers on the floor. Their appearance gave him a sense that he had permission to move in their direction, put them on, and venture out of the room to find a bathroom.