She couldn?t remember why she wore the rings. There they were all lined up on the bathroom sink. Silver and gold songs and souls sat in front of her. And she couldn?t remember why or what. Her reflection, she was sure, had been the same for years but it was a stranger that looked back from the mirror. The rings were left in the bathroom along with the rest of her memories and those threads that defined her.
There she stood in the hallway-lost in her own home. The frown she had been wearing deepened as she crossed her arms and looked around. Her self-imposed schedule had been forgotten. The floors would not be bleached. The silverware would not be polished. The laundry would not be done-not on its ?proper? day.
She had brushed off the forgetfulness to the change in her life. But, even with the addition of Simon to her household she had adjusted and the routines returned. Simply put, she had woken up one day and just didn?t remember.
She didn?t remember the appointment she had made to pick up the grand piano. She couldn?t remember why the music room had been rearranged in that way. She couldn?t remember the music even as she sat at the piano carefully plinking out notes on the keys. The songs weren?t there. That left her hollow and sad.
She walked to the kitchen, only to stop in the doorway. This was her kitchen. This was her house. She knew it. She simply did not know who she was. And something she hadn?t felt in quite some time prickled along the back of her neck. Fear.
She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at her bare hands. It wasn?t that she was lost in her own home. Fate forgot what, even who she was. And so, Fury simply forgot as well. All those fundamental things that had defined her for so long had been tossed to the side.
She was human.
She was home.
And she was lost.
?Who am I??
There she stood in the hallway-lost in her own home. The frown she had been wearing deepened as she crossed her arms and looked around. Her self-imposed schedule had been forgotten. The floors would not be bleached. The silverware would not be polished. The laundry would not be done-not on its ?proper? day.
She had brushed off the forgetfulness to the change in her life. But, even with the addition of Simon to her household she had adjusted and the routines returned. Simply put, she had woken up one day and just didn?t remember.
She didn?t remember the appointment she had made to pick up the grand piano. She couldn?t remember why the music room had been rearranged in that way. She couldn?t remember the music even as she sat at the piano carefully plinking out notes on the keys. The songs weren?t there. That left her hollow and sad.
She walked to the kitchen, only to stop in the doorway. This was her kitchen. This was her house. She knew it. She simply did not know who she was. And something she hadn?t felt in quite some time prickled along the back of her neck. Fear.
She sat down at the kitchen table and stared at her bare hands. It wasn?t that she was lost in her own home. Fate forgot what, even who she was. And so, Fury simply forgot as well. All those fundamental things that had defined her for so long had been tossed to the side.
She was human.
She was home.
And she was lost.
?Who am I??