Lost (Rhink)

Solution

     I went into the gas station, trying to hide my absolute fear of not even knowing my own name. The man behind the counter didn't do so much as look up as I entered. I went into the bathroom and looked in the grubby smudged mirror at my own, foreign reflection. I was tall. My hair was curly and dirty blonde, with remnants of dried gel in the front. My eyes were grey-green and large, and I had a beard. I guessed I was in my late thirties. I was wearing faded jeans and a green tshirt with two yellow stripes in the middle. "What am I going to do?" I asked myself. I didn't have a car or a phone or anything. I walked out of the gas station, not knowing where to go. I saw a hotel right across from me, and decided to go check in. I did at least have money.

     "Excuse me, m'am, I would like to have a room for the night."

     "We have an opening on the third floor, room 118. Name, please?" She asked. I swallowed hard. I didn't know my name, I would have to make something up. 

     "James, G-Gordon." I stuttered. 

     "Alright, mister Gordon. Here is your key, breakfast will be provided in the morning. Will it just be one night?"

     "Um, yeah. Just tonight is fine." Stupid descision, I thought. What was I going to do tomorrow night?

     "Alright then, that'll be $120." (I'm sorry, I have no idea how hotels work.)

     I payed her and headed up in the elevator. She seemed confused that I didn't have any luggage, but was kind enough not to ask. I took a hot shower, my head flooded with questions that I didn't have the answer to. I wanted to know where I came from, who my friends were, where I belonged. I didn't even know what STATE I was in. The clock by my bed read 2:34 AM. It was then realized how tired I was. I lied down in the bed, and soon settled into an uneasy sleep.