The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

The first thing Anaïs remembered doing, even though she felt certain she should remember more, was waking up. Light was shining in through the window and it had disturbed her, even though the curtains were pulled. She didn’t remember pulling the curtains, or going to bed, or, as she realised she was wearing nothing, becoming naked. As they’d happened she felt sure she should, unless someone else had done all of those things, and that thought was more than a little disturbing. Yet, maybe, it really was the first day of her life… or, at least, the life she was living. Something she couldn’t put her finger on was niggling, but she didn’t think she was ready to go digging so she made the choice not to. Getting through her first morning, if that was what it was, was much more important. Breathing deeply she slipped out of the bed, the cold shocking her for a second when her warm feet touched the floor.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.