The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sky, a beautiful shade of blue with clouds drifting lazily across it like floating wool, a few birds: wings out-stretched, gliding on the air currents, seemingly frozen in time. It started out a perfect day, or as perfect as I thought a day could get. But when I tried to think of a day that could even compare to this one, I found only empty nothingness. Surprised, I tried to remember a part of my childhood… any part, but again found only blackness. Beginning to panic, I attempted to remember my name. It took a few seconds of concentration, but a word eventually surfaced from the empty void of my memories: Steven. Breathing a sigh of relief, I stood up and inspected my surroundings. I was on the beach of a large island with a small wood towards the center of it. Behind me was the ocean, lapping at the beach, I could just make out the silhouette of another island a few miles off that looked very similar to the one I was currently standing on.
A rustling of leaves interrupted my silent surveillance. Realizing that the rustling had come from one of the many bushes towards the middle of the island, I decided to investigate. After searching a few of the nearby bushes, I began to notice a visible change in the light. I looked up and saw that the sun was setting… fast. However, I needed to find whatever it was that had been moving around on the island, before searching for a cave or another suitable place to sleep through the night, to determine whether or not I was sharing the island with some hostile being. After a few more minutes of searching, I heard a small snort coming from farther north. Following the approximate direction of the noise, I came upon a clearing where I saw the first living being that I could remember. It was short and pink, and had small hairs covering its entire body, its nose jutted out from the rest of its face and small beady black eyes. From somewhere within my mind a word bubbled to the surface. "Pig" I said aloud. I noticed that I could remember the name of many living things without problem.
Grabbing a fallen limb off the ground, I knelt down and confirmed the fact that I could also read and write perfectly without much effort. I practiced my literary skills for about an hour. It was now so dark that it was beginning to be difficult for me to read my own handwriting from a foot away, and I decided it would probably be a good idea to find shelter soon: I had no Idea what kind of creatures prowled my island at night, and I wasn't sure I wanted to either. The pig snorted again and walked away through the bushes. Without any other leads I decided to follow it: after all, pigs needed shelter while they slept too, didn't they?
After following the pig for several minutes I was beginning to suspect that the pig was just leading me in circles, and was considering abandoning its lead when I entered a clearing and saw the mouth of a cave about 20 meters ahead, I restrained the urge to sprint the rest of the way, thinking that it might frighten the pig away from what I assumed to be his usual den, and the pig was the only kind of guide I had. When we finally got to the entrance of the cave the pig looked at me skeptically, then seemed to decide that I was no real threat and curled up on the cave floor. I slowly walked into the cave and lay down on the hard cave floor. I immediately wished that I had gathered up some grass or something else more comfortable to sleep on than cold, bumpy rock. I suppressed the urge to get up and walk outside to gather up a few bushes: I didn't fancy being devoured because I couldn't stand sleeping on a cave floor for one night, after all, I still didn't know what kind of creatures lived on this island besides the pig that I was lying next to. I reluctantly closed my eyes and after a few minutes of tossing and turning, my mind finally went blank as sleep overtook me.
