Dawn has just broken. Samira is still asleep. I hardly slept a wink all night. For several days now, I’ve been having nightmares in which I find myself locked up, sometimes in a chest, or in a very cramped room. It’s different every time and feels more and more real. Last night, I dreamt of that woman… Khrystal, I think. Every time I see her, she’s crying. The more I think about it, the more familiar her face seems. Perhaps I do know her, but from where?
The more days go by, the more of a torment it is for me to stay in the same house as Samira. I think she’s noticed that something’s wrong; she’s going to snap soon. But that’s the least of my worries. The most important thing right now is to remember. I’ve forgotten something or someone important. I’ve been searching day and night to work
