After several more minutes of incoherent screaming, Brakelatabasaasta seemed to settle a bit and regain control of himself.
The first thing he noticed was, of course, his lack of vision. He could tell that he was lying down on... something... but where was he? And why was he there? The jolt to Brakelatabasaasta's head had sent his tiny brain spinning. He had totally forgotten what he was doing.
Okay, he though to himself, No seeing-ness. What were those other sense-things that I could use? Let's see... there was hearing-ness...
Brakelatabasaasta stopped breathing for a moment and listened to his surroundings. He heard the low, distant hum of the station's various generators, the gentle hiss of a stove... and someone else, breathing softly. Why was there someone else with him? Brakelatabasaasta didn't know.
Um, what else... smelling-ness...
Brakelatabasaasta took a few deep breaths and tried to smell his surroundings. It smelled like that stale, recycled air that they have on old space-buildings. That's right! He thought. I'm on the Junky-base in the metal cloud. But... why? Things were still fuzzy for him.
Then there's tasting-ness...
Brakelatabasaasta turned his head and stuck out his tongue. Nothing. Just more air. He kept waggling his tongue around until... a-ha! It struck something! It tasted like... old plasticy fabric, worn and stained from decades of having various substances being placed or spilled on it. Brakelatabasaasta didn't recognize this as a couch-that-is-tiny or any other such thing, because all of his furniture was made from re-used garbage, like newspapers and soda-bottles.
Okay... I dunno what that is. Lastly... there's touching-ness!
Brakelatabasaasta reached out in the opposite direction and felt around, waving his arm until it hit something, making a soft smacking noise. He grabbed the object and tried to pull it closer, though it was seemingly rooted to the floor. He moved his hand further up the object... it was soft, pliable, and a bit slippery. As he continued on up, he reached a larger area of the object, rounded and firm. He gave it a squeeze--
Brakelatabasaasta heard a gasp, shortly followed by a smack to his already stinging face.
Oh yeah! he thought. I came here to tell Jenny-Govvy about the wedding! And... that means that this must be Jenny-Govvy!
Brakelatabasasta sat up on the couch-that-is-tiny. "Jenny! I have this thing to say. And it's a thing to say to you. So that's pretty cool, I guess." Brakelatabasaata began to stand up. "Jen-hunny, we're gonna get--"
Unable to see the floor he was attempting to stand on, Brakelatabasaasta tripped on the rug at his feet and fell flat on his face.
"Jmee!" He said into the rug, his words muffled. "Wur guttun murreed!"