It seems reasonable to conclude that your slumber was a self-imposed escape hatch as a desperate means to avoid implosion.
When you first open your eyes, the sky is cloudless and all seems all right with the world. You stretch out a bit--physically--and then--damnit--mentally.
It is impossible to come anywhere near specificity when a discernment of time is attempted before it happens. YOU REMEMBER.
The "woes are me" come back, with a thud. Same problems, no answers, and the merry-go-round of misery re-engages your life.
Oh, those few seconds of respite were delicious, but oh, so short. They were temporary breaks in the tensions at hand and perhaps linked to what is necessary to again face and deal with them.
More probably than not, the saga's next chapter will be another pit stop at the service station of your mind as you arise from your self-induced moments of reprieve and prepare to slay the dragon.