I walk the hallways at any hour. I watch the other people that live here with me. I’m one of the few that can go to any floor, but stick to my own floor for the most part. I get tired easily. I walk, I sleep, I eat and… I walk again. Sometimes I can’t remember where I am or how I got there. Sometimes I don’t even remember my name. But, then it comes back to me. I remember when I was a young girl. Not a care in the world. Running through the fields with my sisters and younger brother. Far from town, plenty of space to be free and without care. Then, sometimes I can’t remember back that far. Sometimes I can’t remember my own daughter. After more than 300 years, I suppose a few things will start to weaken. But, I also know there are more in this world older than I that are lucid. Their though
