The light streamed through the window, stinging my eyes as they slowly open. Above me stretched a plain white ceiling.
"Where am I?" I croaked, my voice dry.
But amidst the confusion, a more pressing question lingered:
"Who am I?" I muttered, feeling as though I had forgotten everything about myself.
Forcing my body, I pushed myself upright, taking in the room around me.
The bedroom held a simple, functional charm, featuring only a bed and a desk. Resting on the desk was a glass of water.
Its walls wore a neutral coat of paint, unadorned save for a single painting of a bird.
A plain brown carpet covered the floor, while the curtains allowed just enough light to filter through, illuminating the space without any unnecessary embellishments.
"I'm thirsty," I murmured, slowly making my way towards the desk to quench my thirst with a glass of water.
