It's morning. I'm in a strange hotel room. I vaguely remember returning last night after hitting the bar downstairs, but there's something else prickling at the recesses of my mind.
Four Years Later
I see a figure off in the distance, it sparks something in my mind I don't know what, I don't know this person; do I?
As I draw closer my breath speeds up, my skin prickles and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I grow light headed, you turn around, your eyes grow round and then you try to hide behind your golden brown hair.
Wait you have a kid, who are you, why do you seem so familiar...the kid, why does he look...
I stop in my tracks, I know that face I see it every morning in the mirror.
I turn my head to this new interruption, there's another one, a little girl...I look at you as the pieces start to fall into place.
It all comes flooding back, that night I...