I was lost. I didn't know what it felt like to be conscious of who you were so most of the time, I was confused. Too confused. I looked out at the window and sighed, my back resting against the duvets Rachel laid on the floor for me to rest on. I didn't like the fact that she slept on the bare floor while I slept on the comfortable duvets.
If it wasn't for my injuries, I would be damned to let her sleep there after all she has been doing for me. I didn't know if the house had other rooms apart from this because I didn't step out of the room since I came. She usually left the room and came back just a few moments later.
She also had the best food. I couldn't remember who I was or where I came from, but I could certainly remember vaguely that I had barely ever tasted food like hers. She
