From a distance he watched her moving across the room. Her form possessed both grace and beauty…the way she extended her fingers to reach for something…the way she swung her hips slightly as she walked…there was a strange sense of familiarity as if he's known her from somewhere, a feeling of comfort and grounded-ness, but he could not recall.

“who are you?” He couldn't help but jokingly ask.

She knew what he meant, smiled, and responded, “I don't remember.”

Simple as that, she shook her shoulders as she said it.


This was the morning after. While bright daylight and the scent of gardenia filled the spacious room, they sat at the wooden table and enjoyed breakfast.