All credit to Kiera Cass for writing the Selection series.

I wake up to white. White, white, white. I look down at myself. I'm not surprised by what I see: white. Every girl who knows anything about fashion knows that there are different shades of white. But this white is different. Every time I settle on a shade of white, my mind seems to change. It's not warm white, or cold, or anywhere in between. It's just… white. I run my hand through my hair. Wasn't it up? I pull a strand in front of my face. It's brown! I guess that's the one thing that hasn't changed. I stand up. I need to figure out where I am. I feel like I'm walking on air.

I don't remember anything: my mind is straining to remember where I was last, or what happened. Anything! The only name I remember… Jonathan.