Lemon Pine Sol

The white hot light was the first thing that hit his senses. Second, came the permeating smell of lemon. Lemon was considered one of the most recognizable smells to the human senses after all. The pain was what followed shortly after all of his senses seemed to creep back to life. Pain had never been an issue to him before, it was just an everyday occurrence that occasionally got in the way. But this pain was there and present and real. This pain seemed to take him back to a childhood memory or two that were a little to fuzzy for any real thought or care.
All he knew was that this pain was the only thing he had to latch onto now and he couldn't remember how or why it came about.
It felt as if all his skin was pulsing with every desperately long heart beat. The same skin that seemed to be amplified to feel any sudden movements in the room. Fear began to take over. All of his senses had slowly begun to return. Even if returning meant the numbed sensation his limbs screamed with. It slowly began to hit him like ice placed at the base of his spine. Coolly and calmly lurking it's way up each vertebra and settling at the base of his skull. Like a snake now coiled and hissing in his mind. It seemed to whisper in his ears ever so seductively. His sight hadn't returned yet. He had been conscious for at least an hour and he still couldn't see. Was he blind now? "Great" he thought, "Not only do I feel as if I just got hit by a semi-truck But I am strapped to a uncomfortably flat surface." Then is clicked, the wheels of time work very slowly...
"Shit!" he yelled. It wasn't really a yell of exasperation or pain. It was more a yell of happiness to cone-side his constantly returning senses. If he could begin to feel the leather straps that held him in place surely his other senses, most importantly his sight, would return.