I saw the body

Today I experienced a peculiar feeling, when I woke up on hands of those who carried me. I saw my body, from chest to toes, bare skin to shoes, and I could not feel them. I saw faces, mostly chins and necks. I felt dizzy but as if it was not my head.

I ever passed out before, but usually once I woke up all the bodily sensations emerge to the surface of my skin, all painful yet so real. This afternoon I was more like a mannequin. I didn't know which part of my body I should feel. It was just a body, under clothes and shoes, and I don't know if any pain and pleasure this body ever experienced could act as a memory, bringing it back to life, but then I also asked, what is life?

Is life a series of sensations? Is it a sequence of temporary pain and pleases, if so then I don't know what to treasure.

My body was put down on a surface and I saw eyes staring at me. But which one is me? Is it my eyes that have the feeling of being me? I felt like getting the first clue. My eyes! I should try to feel them, where are those features? This attempt failed. Even if I tried to explain more here about how I felt when I saw the body,  that effort will fail too. I saw those people being so concerned about the body. Somebody held the hand, another one taking off the shoes and the rest of the people kept staring at the eyes. But that body was not me. I don't know where I was. I was there near my body, yet I was not in a place. I lost any spacial sensation. The image of a body, people, and furnitures felt so dull like a drawing, an unfinished one.