I woke up at the sound of gunshots, I didn't remember anything of what happened yesterday. My mother called me downstairs.
As I always do, I run downstairs but this time instead of my mother waiting by the couch was a man.
He had a mask and a green hoodie, two people behind him. One of them had goggles attached to his belt and a blue t-shirt. The other one looked oddly similar, he had black hair with a bandana tied around his head.
I went back up. I didn't want to interrupt them even though she called me.
It was a strange feeling, looking at the faces of people I knew I should recognize, but whose names and identities eluded me.
I had woken up that morning with a sense of confusion, my mind feeling foggy and disoriented. As I made my way through my daily routine, I found that I couldn't seem to recall the names of my closest friends.
Their faces appearing hazy and indistinct in my mind's eye. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, but it only grew stronger as the day wore on.
As I sat down with my friends at lunch, I found myself struggling to follow their conversation, my mind unable to make the connections between their words and the memories that should have accompanied them.
It was a disconcerting experience, like being in a room full of strangers despite the fact that I knew I should feel at home. As I left for the day, I knew that he would have to seek out help in order to get to the bottom of what was happening to me.
I really had no idea what I was writing so if it makes no sense 0-0
By my children <3
