I opened my eyes slowly. It was dusky everywhere.
I couldn’t seem to remember my identity.
I felt something moist at the back of my head.
I reached my hand back to touch it. It stung.
Placing my hand under the dim light, I saw what seemed to be blood.
But because it was too dark, I could only hazard a guess from its texture.
It was clammy.
I started thinking about the events that might have led to this. Did someone strike me from the back?
Where was I? I surveyed my surroundings.
Dark, damp.
It seemed to be a sealed room.
I walked to the wall and knocked on it. It was extremely solid.
Who exactly locked me in here, I thought.
I started searching hard for pieces of memory.
Signing of documents… was I an entrepreneur?
I could also visualize a bunch of students and a white chalk.
I saw myself sketching a little horse on the blackboard, clear and distinct.
