She couldn’t sleep.
She had heard a voice breaking the deafening quiet of her apartment.
She was imagining things, hearing voices again.
It was always the same voice.
Sometimes she could see a face if she focussed really hard.
It was a familiar face, one she knew from somewhere.
Why couldn’t she remember?
Locked up in a dark room,
She couldn’t tell dream from reality.
Her whole life seemed a blur.
Sometimes she felt him in the folds of her memory,
Nudging her to remember, to revive, to restore,
Put it together piece by piece.
Would she really remember one day?