My eyes jerk open to the clock glowing 3:35.Trying to remember, I get nothing but a blurry jumble. There was some kinda bar bet. Spiky red shoes and olive oil? Something about three parrots?I thumb the lamp, pulling the sheet...
memory loss
Second Life
"Do Androids Dream of Electric Sex?"
My hands weren’t my hands.That’s the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. Or I think I noticed it. Were they my hands? Were they not?I couldn’t remember, holy shit, I couldn’t remember.Breathe. Assess. What was around me?White...
I wake up completely exhausted, slumped against something soft. It feels like a bed... I think, as I try to open my heavy eyelids. They open to a view that immediately starts my sluggish heart racing.Was I drugged...? I think...