Eden Hotel

Mirror|2

I opened up the very plain dresser and I took out a regular sized t-shirt and blue jeans. For some reason, I decided not to put those on. I put on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top instead. It then occurred to me I had no idea what I looked like, and I decided to go to the mirror. I first had to find a mirror. I opened the door and there was a little toilet and a very plain window above a little sink. Why did I know what these things are but not who I am, my name or what I looked like. The man said he would be right back, but it had been a couple minutes already.

     I looked in the mirror. I have blonde hair, a bit of a round face and thin body. I didn't know what to make of this, but I looked youngish. However, I don't know my age. All I know is I woke up in this hotel room. How did I know this was a hotel room? I wondered what the name of. I walked back into the main room, and looked at the little bed, and the very generic painting above the bed with the tight sheet and white pillows. It was of a sail boat.

     The man had come back, and he looked in the room. He stopped and he took off his glasses. He washed them with the shelve of his shirt, and put them back on.

      I stood there, looking at him.

     "You must be confused" he said.

     "I'm very confused" I said, but I didn't say it in a confused tone. I said it in a more straight way. Just matter of fact, like I was asking someone if they a item I wanted at a supermarket. Bits and pieces of information I knew, but my own name and age and past where totally blank.

     "Well" he said, "you should know a few things. Your name is Alice. You are sixteen years old. You are a teenager, and you live here at the Eden Hotel. This part of the hotel is for people who live here permeantly or long term. Your handler will decide when you may be released."

     I was so confused. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I did know this didn't make a ton of sense. What was my past? Why was I here? My last memory was of the dream I had. I wish I could remember things before my dreams. I had so many questions, but as I stood there without saying anything, I realized I didn't have the words to put together.

     "Can I walk on the beach?" I asked.

       "Anytime you want, dear...."

       Why did I ask that?

      What was the meaning of this?

    I put one foot in front of the other, but I still wasn't sure what exactly I was doing. I stumbled a little, and the man caught my arm.

   "Be careful" he said, "you might have trouble walking on and off. You need to take it slow."

    Why?