I try to remember everything. Anything about me. I look in my pockets and find a business card. Well, I'm a construction worker. I'm probabally a "burly man" as I imitate the classic SNL skit. Ok, so I'm funny. I smile at the thought of me knowing myelf. And then I smile at how bad that sentence was.
I start to walk toward the random house I woke up next to. Okay, maybe it's mine. I slowly walk and hear voices inside. Voices! Voices that might know me! I get really excited and run inside to see...nobody. A kitchen.
Okay. I ask myself, does anything look familiar, any picture? I exit the kitchen and spot a picture on the table. It's me! And two other women. I was ontop on one of them. Maybe she' my girl. I definitely smile at that thought.
There is one scene I remember. Tying a blonde guy to a chair. Okay so I might be gay. This really hurts my head. I decide to lean against the wall and think. That doesn't help much at all.
I walk up the stairs hoping to see someone I recognize. In the hallway I hear voices and wait for people to find me. It's not because I have no voice, I just think it's better for them to find me and not be surprised.
((Tag anyone upstairs who might know me))