Memories

Liam Hendrik

My confusion continued as I woke up; still unable to remember anything about myself. But one thing was certain: I loved the beautiful woman lying by my side. I remember feeling this intense connection to her, but I don't know who she is. I saw some guy choking the life out of her. How did I know that was going on? And what's with this ring?

My head was swimming with questions and they were suffocating me. I needed air, so I left the room without disturbing her sleep and found what appeared to be my black shirt and jeans in the bottom drawer of her dresser—alongside a pair of black Jordans on a shoe rack.

I snuck out of the bedroom, only to find her dog standing next to me wagging his tail. He took an instant liking to me, following after as I searched for a leash—but I was annoyed that one couldn't be found. "I'm sorry boy,"

He barked and ran towards the door, but at my command to be quiet he immediately ceased his barking. “Good boy,” I said. He seemed to respond well to