Prologue Who?
I couldn't tell where I was. I couldn't remember many things. I stumbled and tripped a few times, hurting what I could remember were called my arms and legs. Where was I? Why was it all so dark? Black was engulfing me, pulling me into it, hurting me along the way.
Oh, that's right. I remember now, why I can't see anything. It's not that the place was closed in or pitch black. I wasn't blind. I just had my eyes closed.
How foolish of me.
And then, I struggled to remember how to open my eyes, to blink. I know, it sounds stupid, but I seriously can't remember, I can't remember most things. That happened ot me. Ever.
It felt good when I did get my eyes open. What color were they? Blue, green? Brown, maybe gray? Maybe even those rare radical colored ones: Yellow, purple, pink? The thought is freaking me out, I can't even tell what the thing I'm using to see looks like. It's bugging my every thought.
But as I see more things, I begin to remember them. Trees, large rocks, grass, shrubs. Names slowly start coming back to me, but do they hold any meaning?
I don't know, and woman's intuition is tellnig me nothing. How do I remember woman's intuition, anyway?
What am I, and what is my purpose?
When is this?
Where is this?
Why am I here with no memory?
How did this happen?
Who am I?