My eyes could barely open this morning. My pillow was damp when I woke up. I must have shaken my head quite vigorously that I was lightheaded for a second or two. I saw rather than felt myself swoon forward as I tried to focus my vision and almost knocked off the mirror in my bedroom.
Get a grip of yourself! I shook my head again, much gentler this time.
I am sitting on my favorite bench across a pond where ducks are in plain sight. They look so happy swimming around playfully without a care in the world. I am particularly in awe when I observe the ducks stick their heads underwater for some time then come back up again with great ease. I envy these ducks.
How I wish it was that easy for us to come back up after being submerged. It is second nature for ducks but not for people. At least, not for me.
I have a 10 am appointment with my therapist. I called my boss to inform him that I'll head straight to work after my session. I can hear the relief in his voice when I assured him I was feeling much better. I was. I cannot not work. I need to move on.
"Are you telling me you are starting to remember?" She asked while looking up from taking notes.
"I think so. I'm not sure. I have been having dreams about my past. My dreams are so vivid and clear when I wake up." I sighed heavily as I tried to give her more details about my dreams, my nightmares. I can hear my voice falter everytime I mention Buttercup.
"When did the dreams start?"
"September 4."
I was catching my breath when I finally reached the last unit on my list. I looked around and the hallways were eerily quiet. It was a long weekend so maybe everyone's sleeping in or off somewhere?
I went back inside my place and immediately saw the index cards sprawled on the table. I lifted the cards one by one examining each card thoroughly, front and back. No smudge, no marks. No visible hand prints. They were written in bold.
I stared at the numbers then the letters then back to the numbers. The numbers have a corresponding letter assigned to it. It could be a message. A code. I should not overthink this. I tend to do that a lot. This could be something simpler. I racked my brains for hours and I was exhausted. I fell asleep.
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Autumn 🍂
Short Story⚠️ None of this work is mine. All credit goes to my aunt, who wrote this wonderful story when she couldn't sleep at night. I am currently having writer's block myself so she sent me one of her old stories and printed it out in hopes of inspiring me...
