The
mountains of Sweden were one of the most beautiful sights to see after waking
up on clear day. She looked out the massive window from her king size bed. She
looked around her room. White. White everything. She had no idea where she was.
Or what she was doing. She had no idea of anything. She tried digging into her
memory, but she only saw a woman running. That’s all she could remember. She
didn’t even remember who the woman was?
She thought
long and hard about that and came to the only logical conclusion. She had gone
into a coma last night and forgotten everything in her past. Great. This was
just wonderful. For all she knew there is some crisis and she can’t help at all
with it. For all she knew World War 3 could be starting up. And she was the key
to winning it. But that’s likely not the case.
She probably
just lost everything in her memory. She probably was in her vacation home in
the Smoky Mountains, and her husband was about to walk in the room with a warm
cup of coffee to wake her up. Coffee. She let out a long sigh as she let the
thought seep deep into her mind. Whatever happened to her, she knew that she
needed coffee.
She threw
her covers off, got out, and realized. She has nothing but a nightgown on. And
ye arctic lies ahead. She shuddered as
her feet touched the ground. Apparently her teeth clattered a bit, cause when
she turned her head, there was a man standing there, tall, pale, and bald. He
was holding a hot cup of coffee, for her, she presumed.
He spoke in
a low, rumbling voice “My name is Aton Bowden, I’m aware you might be confused.
So I came to let you know that Breakfast is down the hall and there is freshly
brewed coffee. They made it especially for you”
She wondered
if he knew how confused she was. She figured she would ask. “W-w-wait, l-l-let
me get t-t-t-this…completely c-c-clear…” She took a break. She was stuttering?
Has she always been this stupid? “…You didn’t b-bring that coffee ffffor me?”
Aton
chuckled. Comforting. And then he spoke in a mocking tone “First of all, this
is not for you. Second of all, this is Hot Chocolate. I don’t like coffee”.
She was in
awe. “Okay. I need some time to gather myself. I’ll be out in a few hours. I
mean…sorry…minutes.”
He nodded,
took a sip of his imposter coffee, spun; and left the room with a slow close of
the door. She sighed. There is no way I’m married to him. He doesn’t seem of
the rich and famous personality. He looks too poor.
She walked
toward the desk with a plastic green apple on it, the only thing of color in
the room. She tried to think, “who am I? Where am I? Who is “Aton Bowden” and
where did he come from? He sounds Mexican, or German…”
Her world
began to spin, in a daze she fell toward the giant window, overlooking the
mountains. When she put her hands to catch herself, the window shattered into
thousands of pieces. She saw in the spin that Aton was running for her. But it
was too late. She was falling into an empty void.
Her eyes started watering. Is this how she was going to die?
Is this the end? She just woke up and couldn’t even remember who she is, and
this is when she dies? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows really? Unless Aton happens to
be a master martial artist, then she really doesn’t stand a chance against
fifty-thousand feet to who knows what.
