I wake up confused.

Where am I?

I look around, trying to remember where I am. I’m on a bed of white sheets. It’s white on white. The room is white, the floor is white, and it’s white.

There's no one in the room with me—no one to help me.

I slowly get out of the bed and walk through one of two doors in the room. It leads to a hallway where there are people rushing around and going in and out of rooms. There’s so much movement that it disorients me. I get dizzy, and everything blurs together. My knees wobble, and I feel as if I’m going to fall. Then, as if being wrenched from a dream, everything comes into focus when an older woman touches my shoulder, jerking me out of my delusional state and asking me if I'm okay. I look at her confused.

Am I okay?

She sighs and asks if I know where I am. It’s all really fuzzy.

I answer no.

"Of course," she sighs, and she grabs a beige folder from off the wall.

I try to peek at it, but she tilts it away from me.

“So, I guess this means no improvement,” she comments with a tinge of dejection.

I’m confused.

"You are in the hospital, dear. I need you to come with me."

She puts her hand gently on my arm and turns me around. The lady guides me back into the room I was in previously and tells me to sit in the bed, so I do. She sits in the chair and crosses her legs, patiently.

It seems familiar: her silver golden hair and eyes like Brown Jasper. I stare for a bit before realizing why it seems like it has happened before. It has. Yesterday. I couldn't remember yesterday. I forgot where I was. I’ve been here for God knows how long, yet I still forgot.

"Where did I leave off?" I ask.