I Want to Remember
I awoke. I had apparently been sleeping for a long time. My hair is rumpled, my clothes are off.
I’m sitting naked in a dark room. There are no doors. There aren’t any exits. I can’t get out.
My memory seems very unclear. I can’t remember much. Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck. I’m stuck.
Who am I? What have I done, where am I from? Why am I here?
And who do I know?
There’s an image of someone, floating, reaching out to me… it’s a female. A female. A beautiful female. I want to remember… I don’t want to forget. I want to jar my memory.
I close my eyes, concentrating. Focusing. Meditating.
I can see her face. I think. I’m not sure, I’m confused, mentally lost.
I have to focus on what I know.
I’m naked, in a room without any doors, and I know a female. I’m naked, in a room without any doors, and I know a female. I’m naked, in a room without any doors, and I know a female. I’m naked, in a room without any doors, and I know a female….