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She wakes up in pain, not knowing where she is. It is a bedroom with light warm in orange, wall snowy white, bed sheet blue and soft smelling like ocean. Instead of frightened, she is in thrill, wondering what's next. Her instinct tells her that there's a guy somewhere in the room. And she starts to imagine the color of his eyes until she sees them.
They are green. And he is a white man in his late thirties, in medium height and build, in his cotton pajamas dark blue. He stands in front of her with dinner he would like to serve. She sees everything clear when he gently lays the tray on the table above her laps. It is spaghetti with cheese and ketchup, wontons with soup. He knows her taste well like it is his own. She is kind of delighted when she finds the caramel pudding as dessert, and the fruits, grapes and mulberries beside the plate.
She tries to sit straight up, and a sense of pricking flashes across her shoulder, but she manages to be decent and elegant in front of a man she knows nothing about.
"Finally, you come to yourself" He breaks the silence, "Try to eat something."
She wonders what she may get from the conversation later. She's confused and surprised, but she tries not to show. It is like the scene in Rome Holiday when princess Annie wakes up and finds herself lying on the bed of a stranger. But she's well aware that she's not a princess. And she's pretty sure what's going to happen is far away from the realistic.
"Nice to meet you." She utters something appropriate in her eyes. But she sees that the man may know her more than she knows him.
She thinks he may be surprised upon her reaction, but it is OK for him to hear the girl he knows for a while or maybe a long period greets him as if it were the first time they meet. "Nice to meet you, too. June."
He has her name right. "And you are?" She asks with great care.
"Call me Mark."
She startles. That's the name of the boy she was into back in her college life, but she chose to keep it secret the minute she saw he hand in hand with another girl.
"You alright?" Her absence into her memory hasn't escaped him.
"Oh, yeah." She notes the discourtesy. "Sorry, Mark."
"Don't be. You will be recovering from the amnesia soon."
"Me? Amnesia?" It is her time to be surprised.
"Don't let it get to you, my dear." He looks into her eyes to calm her. "The doctor said you'll be all right. It doesn't matter you go without the memory. I just want you safe."
She knows that she's safe with every following question no matter how ridiculous it is since she looses all her memory in this dream. She knows all the kindness of him and pleasant moments they spend now will evaporate into nothing, but she wants this feeling badly, which she will never have in reality.
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