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Sydney awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and content.
'Mmm, this bed is so comfortable, but I've slept in it before right? I mean, it is Michael's bed and we are together, right? God why can't I rememb.'
"Good morning beautiful," the sleepy figure beside her mumbled as he rolled over to face her.
"Hey, mornin'," Sydney replied.
'His accent seems strange to me. Why is that? Do I really have amnesia, because I can't remember anything beyond Michael's name!? Maybe if I ask some questions it will jog my memory.'
"Michael? Can I ask you some things, you know, so I can maybe remember."
"Of course, anything you want. What would you like to know?"
"Well, um, for starters, do I have any family?"
"No sweetie. Your mom and dad were both killed in a car accident when you were young. Your Uncle Arvin and Aunt Emily raised you. Emily just recently died from cancer and Arvin was..well.I'm sorry to have to tell you this again, I mean, it is the reason you fell down the stairs in the first place, begin so shocked at the news and all, you fainted, but Arvin was killed - murdered. The police are doing everything they can, but..
"God.I wish I could remember them."
"You will darling, just give it time. Anything else?"
"Um, well, how about you? What do you like and dislike? I'm hoping for something to spark a memory in my brain."
"Well, I enjoy my job, I'm an international salesman. I do not care for sports, especially hockey. So brutal.anyway, I am also without any family to speak of, like you. I enjoy fine dining and my favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Oh, and I love you with all my heart," The man said as he leaned into Sydney for a kiss on the cheek.
'Why am I not remembering any of this? God, maybe I never will. He is being so sweet to me though. I feel so bad that I can't remember anything.'
"What about me? Where do I work? What do I like?"
"Oh, um, well, you don't work. I mean, you did until we got together, but I finally persuaded you to quit your job - it was too stressful on you. You used to work at a bank though. They had you travel to all parts of the world at God-awful hours. It was taking a toll on our relationship."
"I thought you said you were an international salesman; don't you travel?"
"Rarely. I mostly work via internet. Anyway, you like a lot of healthy foods, you usually don't eat any junk food like ice cream or fried foods, you don't drink, and you love me," The man leaned into Sydney again for a kiss but Sydney got out of bed.
"I need to take a shower and get clean - I just feel so dirty. Where's the bathroom?"
"Just across the hall. Take all the time you need dear. I took the week off from work to help you recover."
"Thanks."
Sydney walked over to the bathroom and locked herself in.
'God this feels SO wrong..something is wrong, something is off..God, what is happening to me.'
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Sydney awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and content.
'Mmm, this bed is so comfortable, but I've slept in it before right? I mean, it is Michael's bed and we are together, right? God why can't I rememb.'
"Good morning beautiful," the sleepy figure beside her mumbled as he rolled over to face her.
"Hey, mornin'," Sydney replied.
'His accent seems strange to me. Why is that? Do I really have amnesia, because I can't remember anything beyond Michael's name!? Maybe if I ask some questions it will jog my memory.'
"Michael? Can I ask you some things, you know, so I can maybe remember."
"Of course, anything you want. What would you like to know?"
"Well, um, for starters, do I have any family?"
"No sweetie. Your mom and dad were both killed in a car accident when you were young. Your Uncle Arvin and Aunt Emily raised you. Emily just recently died from cancer and Arvin was..well.I'm sorry to have to tell you this again, I mean, it is the reason you fell down the stairs in the first place, begin so shocked at the news and all, you fainted, but Arvin was killed - murdered. The police are doing everything they can, but..
"God.I wish I could remember them."
"You will darling, just give it time. Anything else?"
"Um, well, how about you? What do you like and dislike? I'm hoping for something to spark a memory in my brain."
"Well, I enjoy my job, I'm an international salesman. I do not care for sports, especially hockey. So brutal.anyway, I am also without any family to speak of, like you. I enjoy fine dining and my favorite wine is Chateau Petreuse... '82. Oh, and I love you with all my heart," The man said as he leaned into Sydney for a kiss on the cheek.
'Why am I not remembering any of this? God, maybe I never will. He is being so sweet to me though. I feel so bad that I can't remember anything.'
"What about me? Where do I work? What do I like?"
"Oh, um, well, you don't work. I mean, you did until we got together, but I finally persuaded you to quit your job - it was too stressful on you. You used to work at a bank though. They had you travel to all parts of the world at God-awful hours. It was taking a toll on our relationship."
"I thought you said you were an international salesman; don't you travel?"
"Rarely. I mostly work via internet. Anyway, you like a lot of healthy foods, you usually don't eat any junk food like ice cream or fried foods, you don't drink, and you love me," The man leaned into Sydney again for a kiss but Sydney got out of bed.
"I need to take a shower and get clean - I just feel so dirty. Where's the bathroom?"
"Just across the hall. Take all the time you need dear. I took the week off from work to help you recover."
"Thanks."
Sydney walked over to the bathroom and locked herself in.
'God this feels SO wrong..something is wrong, something is off..God, what is happening to me.'
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