Whirl

There are moments. Moments where you laugh with loved ones and the memory fades to a content feeling of happiness. There are moments that you want to forget, and eventually, you do.But most importantly, there are moments that you NEVER forget, even when you are old and gray.

I woke up in a bed, not mine by the feel of it.It smelled so clean, felt so soft. I wasn’t sure who I was or what I doing in it, but I knew I wanted to return to sleep again. I wanted to revisit dreams that must have come from the clouds themselves. When I started to doze off, a though hit me, like a bolt of lighting from not so nice clouds. What if this was a trap?  But then, a more realistic one: if the rest of the house is as  nice as this bed, then it must be worth checking out. Climbing reluctantly out of the warm covers, I padded over to a nearby cabinet and rifled around for some clothes, ones that weren't meant for sleeping. The ones I did find were a  tad bit too big, but I wasn’t picky. Tearing a stip of cloth from my cheery looking tunic, I tied my hair into place. Now I was all set to explore. Creaking open the door, I peeked around the corner. Satisfied that nobody was there, I darted out into the open and began my search.

I soon found out how bright and interesting the house was, with its paneled walls, patterned drapes, and curious rugs. The one thing it did not seem to have however, was people. The house was as empty as the part of my brain reserved for personal memories and experiences. Strange. With nothing else to do, (But to be frank I would have done this if I DID have something to do,) I decided to go outside.

No sooner had I stepped out the door when the colors and smells hit me, a dizzying array of possibilities. As I whirled around into the crowd of people, Invigorated, I thought to myself  that this could only be possible if some supreme deity had created it. Continuing on I grinned at the hawkers selling their wares, just another day at the market for them.

SMACK! I ran straight into something. It was a bit squishy, so it must have been a human I concurred, still sitting dazed on the cobblestone path.

“I am so sorry. Let me help you up.” the voice above me apologized. A strong hand gripped my own and brought me to my feet.

“Come with me” it said again. I followed.

“So” said the voice, speaking for the third time. It belonged to a gangly boy, dark haired and dark eyed.

“Yes?” I answered, loving how my day was turning out.

“Well, what is your name?” he asked. A question, I thought. And excellent conversation starter.

“I don’t know. I sort of don't remember anything about myself.” I knew it was foolish to confide in someone I had just met, but what else could I do? The boy surprised me by saying: