> Check if any part of your surroundings have changed. Find a window, look through it.
Changed from what? You don't remember anything.
> Thrash like a freaking punk rocker.
You have something like a seizure. This wakes you up slightly as you wonder what just happened.
(I don't know how a punk rocker would thrash, so I guessed.)
> Get out of bed.
But you ache, and it warm and cozy here.
> Get out of bed.
You consider what you could possibly want out of bed; and decide there isn't anything.
> Get out of bed.
Perhaps you aught to figure out what caused that sudden shaking. Maybe another time. You continue to look at the pretty fire.
> Get out of bed.
Sensation returns to more of your body, and you notice your tail is out from under the covers by the wall, it is cold. Well that's a reason to re-situate. You make a minuscule effort to move your limbs, and decide it's too much.
> Get out of bed.
You realize it will only get colder with time. You start moving around some of the blanket to get out; your claws get stuck and you stop working on it. Does it really matter that much?
> Get out of bed.
After a moments pause, you unstick yourself and make very sure not to get stuck again. You manage to get the covers off, and you begin to try and wrap yourself up again.
> Get out of bed.
"I'm up, I'm up!" you mumble. You stop trying to put yourself back to bed and sit up. You feel mildly dizzy.
> ...5 more minutes?
You flop down on your back, content to wait until you don't feel dizzy, or so foggy.