I lay in bed, trying my hardest to remember these young men. But I just couldn't, so I wanted to talk to them. They all seemed very well-respectable, and as flattering as it may be, I needed to understand why they claimed me as their woman. They must know who I am, and maybe they could help me recall forgotten things.
Looking in the mirror., I saw an attractive young lady with long dark curly hair and a smooth skin tone. My brows looked professionally arched. I didn't look out of shape or too skinny or overweight. Maybe men like them can want a girl like me." A knock came to my door.
"Come in."
"How do you feel after your nap Charlize?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"Yes. Doesn't that name ring a bell? Charlize Johnson."
"No, I don't think my name is Charlize. It doesn't feel right."
