A Softening of the Brain

When she awakes, dawn is settling behind the grey curtains. A slim shaft of light escapes into the room. As the fog of sleep lifts, a cold fist clutches her heart. She doesn’t know where she is. A warm body next to her stirs, a low snore emitting from the sheets. But who? Who is this stranger? Should she move? Make a dash for the door? Where is the door? Who is she?


The figure next to her turns, old eyes lined with sadness blink away sleep. “Don’t panic”, he whispers, “you’re safe. This is your home. I am your husband.”

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