Friday, December 9, 2011

Remembrance, the “Sequel,” if you will, to Amnesia

 

I am not alone. The lone thought wandered through my mind like a ribbon in the wind for what seemed like an eternity. One by one, more thoughts slowly began to form around it in the same fashion. A sea of ribbons twisting and dancing around in my cerebral juices. They do not touch, for connection would lead to understanding, and understanding is the last thing that I had.

I didn't make it to my closet. I don't know where I am. I don't remember coming here. I am not alone. I become aware of a being, an entity. Consciousness came with a flood and I was certain that the being was me.

Awaken. My eyes snapped to attention at the command, and my eyelids slowly receded. I was not blinded by an overwhelming light, as I expected, but was met with more darkness. I laid there and waited for the timid shapes to come out of hiding, to undergo the scrutiny of my newfound sight. When none were forthcoming, I retreated back into my mind to attempt to make sense of my thoughts. I quickly found that I was able to add more ribbons of thought to the whirlwind.

I am currently on a bed. I smell of dirt and moss. There are straps around my legs and torso. I didn't make it to my closet. I don't know where I am. I don't remember coming here. There’s a stinging sensation in my arm. I am not alone. The whirlwind quickly became a tempest as my senses registered my surroundings, and yet, no thoughts were connecting. The tempest began to batter me. I became lost within its dismal currents. It threatened to tear me to shreds. Then, like a shabach from a heavenly trumpet, that one blissful, wondrous, scandalous thought sounded above the din and silenced all the rest.

Peace, be still. I released my pent up breath. Peace. A smile crept across my face. Scandalous, indeed. The ribbons of thought froze in midair and fluttered their way to the base of my mind. They gathered themselves into a light mound, guided by a nonexistent breeze. The reaction was like that of a nuclear explosion, albeit a tranquil one. As the ribbons began to connect, understanding was reached. In that instant, I knew what had happened to me and what I had to do to get revenge.