The circular layers of ceiling design were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Its amazing design snapped me out of dreaming and reminded me of reality. When I got up, I had to close my eyes because I suddenly felt dizzy, like the room was spinning.
No, the room was not spinning, but it was like something was ripping and filling my hippocampus with memories. I remember going to San Rafael alone last week, walking in the woods to look for Paul, finding his house, living with him.
I screamed in pain as more memories came back. I recalled getting sick, the kisses.
I hugged my knees, burying my head on my knees as the pain became excruciating when I remembered how my memories were erased in my brain. I wailed, shouting in extreme pain as my heart started to grasp what the hole w
