Emmet:
A yawn escaped my lips as I woke up in a completely unknown place. I could tell this was my home, and maybe it had always been this empty. I looked around feeling nothing. I remembered nothing, or maybe this was how I lived.
Maybe this is what the world was like. I woke every day with new memories. The world was only me.
I got out of bed and looked around, noticing how empty the walls were. Everything was just white, the walls, the bed, and the curtains too. Then I stepped into the hallway. It was a long hall, and after I crossed it there was a light. I went out and felt a cold wind against my face. It was odd.
"Do I always feel this way?" I asked myself. "Is it always this empty when I wake? Do I always question my memories and what I do here? Why do I exist?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in confusion.
