In something sticky

Cold wetness clings to you, and this time you know it wasn't sweat. You slowly open your eyes, your eyelids feeling heavy. Where ever you were was lightly illuminated by a dull light fixture in what you guessed was the ceiling at this point as you had yet to get your bearings. The light had strands of something strung across it, some sort of hardened glue-like grey substance that dripped moisture. With a start you realize the same substance clung to you, holding you in place.