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by Doll Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Short Story · Contest Entry · #1670090
An author woke up with Amnesia, the only clue was love letter on her desk.
It was a beautiful day, the birds were chirping, and the sun was trying to peep through the drawn shades bringing in light, while the darkness was fast fading away.  I slowly lower my feet off the bed onto the soft carpet.  I stood up quickly I guess because I started feeling dizzy.  So I leaved on the bedpost at the foot of the bed to brace myself.  Then I began looking around nothing was familiar, where was I?  Who’s home was this, this wasn’t my place none of this seemed familiar.  What happen?  My mind began to fill with questions and I had no answers.  Who had brought me here, what’s going on?  I really began to feel dizzy not knowing what had happen or what might happen next.  I stood there trying to remember anything but nothing came to mind.  I suddenly wondered was I married, do I have any kids?  These were very important questions, I looked down at my hand and didn’t see a ring, but then again in these days and times I might not wear one.  Slowly I gain my composure and decided to move on down the hall to see where I was.  I walked down the hall until I came to the front room the living room.  I was impressed very nice furniture, the kinds that looks like it straight out of the catalog.  The whole place smelled of apples, like the scent of fresh baked pies.  But cooking didn’t seem like me.  The house was clean and very neatly arranged.  It was almost as if no one every stayed there.  As I looked around the living room I saw a bookcase with picture frames on it.  I headed for the pictures that might give me some idea of who lived here.  The first one looked like me a lot younger, maybe in my early 20’s, the next one looked like me and some of my girl friends, the caption read ‘Girls night out.’  And the last one which looked to be 8 x 10 was me and a very nice looking guy.  Me and him seemed to be on a sailboat enjoying a day out that seemed right.  I looked back around the room and saw a cherry oak desk in the corner.  It looked like their was some papers on top, maybe letter.  I walked over to the desk and sat down to read the letters. 

My dearest Daniel,

         “Honey this big old house seems so empty without you.  I’ve been looking at the picture of us and it’s a constant reminder of just how much I love you.  A night out with girls couldn’t keep me from missing you...  I can’t wait for you to return from out-of-town so we can get back to planning our future together. “
                                                                     Love,
                                                                     Demi
         These letters were very familiar to me, a constant reminder of what I mean to my Daniel, that’ is his name.  Oh yes this all sound so right.  But why could I not remember all this when I first woke up?  Why was I in a daze over the last few days, what was going on?  I stacked the letters up neatly and headed back to the bedroom.  I turned on the shower to let the water run and began searching for something to put on when I heard a knock at the door.  The second knock was sudden and came with much force, I guess whoever it was knew I was here, probably always comes over at this time.  I threw on a nice soft plush robe and headed for the door.  As I open up the door I saw a FedEx delivery guy standing on the little porch with a package.  He spoke up as soon as I open up the door not even looking up to acknowledge me, he must always delivers to me,
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