An Angel

“Wait a second, but in order to wake up, that means you have to be waking up from something else.”

She smiles at me. “I knew you were smart. Yes, you woke up from the life you had before. Before waking up in that room, you had fallen asleep in another, down on earth. There, you were just like any other kid. You had friends, family, went to school, everything. Once you woke up, you left all of that behind. You still remember certain things not pertaining to who you are, like basic learning skills. Think about it, what’s your name?”

I stare at her for a few seconds. “Wait….um....my name?”

“See, you don’t know.”

How could I not know my name? I feel like my mind is failing me. It’s almost as if the name is there, but locked in a safe, hidden for me to never find it. In frustration I stand there, waiting on my mind’s answer. Come on. I know it’s in there. It answers with silence.

‘Once you woke up, you left all of that behind….’ The words echo in my head. How can someone just forget their whole life? How could you wake up and leave it behind like a lost dream; as if it were never there in the first place.