The Awakening

I do not remember yesterday. I don’t know where I am, or who I’m with. I cannot remember my name. The LUCID dreams and images in the depths of my mind have only given me faint glimpses, gone almost as soon as they came. But yet, I remain GRATEFUL for anything that makes me realise I had a life before this. I had a past. There is only one thing these visions fail to INCLUDE. They EXCLUDE faces. They do not show the names of those I cannot remember. The CURRENT situation unfolding before my eyes seems hopeless, but the beginning of something I might never get. My arms and legs feel very sore, as if a weight had been dropped on all of them. As I look up, I appear to be in some kind of circular room with a ceiling that appears to reach out to the sky. To the right of me, there appears to be a mirror. I groan as I put my weight on my arms and legs to get myself up. In the mirror I see a girl of very thin build. My hair, which at some point may have been a beautiful fiery red hue, seemed to have faded to just a plain orange colour, I might’ve been stuck here with no memories for who knows how many days? I see a bunch of brim freckles across my entire face and my arms as well, and crystal clear blue eyes, with bags underneath probably from exhaustion. PLUS, I appear to be wearing a plain t-shirt,and a pair of jeans, with rips and tears which appear to be from some sort of struggle. I’m so GRATEFUL to have survived with only some scratches. I reach out my arms, and see that there appear to be some scratches. It’s no SECRET that someone, or something, had tried to attack me. I look around the room and with every footstep, there’s an echo. The room seems empty, large, but empty. And cold. The type of cold sending shivers up and down your spine, over how empty and silent it was. I need a fireplace, but the word “fire” gives me a strange feeling of almost remembering something. I don’t recall having PYROPHOBIA. I almost didn’t want to DISRUPT the silence of the room. Feeling the soreness and the exhaustion once more, I must go now. And get some more sleep before I may continue trying to recall my memories, and my past.

Until next time.