The rivier
The rivier. You dont know why but you know you have to follow the
river. As you walk you try and remember something, but you can't it is
as if your memory is a diary and someone dragged it through a rivier.
There is faint images and drifting words but nothing that tells you
anything about where you are and how you got there. You reach the
rivier and walk along the bank falling the bend of the rivier. As you
walk you look into the water. Your reflection looks back at you. You
stop and look at yourself. Your hair is black as night and falls in
soft curls to your shoulders. Your eyes is is a starteling blue. Your
frame is tall and slim. For the first time you realize what you are
wearing. A dark blue jean and baby blue hoody. For a moment you look
at the barely reconiseble girl in the reflection. Then you continue
on.
