When I gained consciousness I unintentionally tried to gauge my surroundings. To me, this vigilance feels like as common as breathing. I am in a closed room and there is only one other person besides me in this room. I don't know how I know that but I can guarantee that is the case like I know my hands are attached to my body.
Slowly opening my eyes I looked directly to the other person in the room. He looked like a statue, there is not a single movement not even an eye blink as if he was made of stone dressed in a crisp business suit. The room I am in is absolutely bare except the mattress beneath me and chair in which he is seated. He is staring at me too without any emotions and when I tried to speak, no words would come out of my mouth. I panicked since I am certain that I can speak clearly, in fact, more than one language so what happened to me. Also, I couldn't remember my name, suddenly there is no ground beneath my feet. This helpless feeling is familiar but I haven't felt it in a long time.
I again looked at statue man and frantically move my eyes all over him to display my struggle. His eyes warmed as if he was finally able to relax. He leaned forward in his chair and asked quietly "How are you feeling Mia?"
I blinked.