how long have i been this paralyzed? Treating the world as an oft tasted pancake?

I lean over on the couch to grab a cigarette, alone, and the unconcious exhale of a sleeping body being moved, I empty the kitty's lungs. I lean back, and all i can hear is the AC blowing in one direction. And various mechanical whirrings. The long off, rythmic bleat of a train. The kittty readjusts itself to perfect the bliss of dreamless sleep.