Awakening

March 1st Today my mind awakened, so I’m told, though I wish it had waited until this raging headache was gone. Although I still don’t understand everything that has happened, I realize the world has changed from my last memory. I am being detained in a small bedroom on what seems to be the first floor of a townhouse on the outskirts of New York. I can see very little out of the windows which are covered by a thin gray curtain but what I can see appears dirty and unkempt. There doesn’t appear to be a phone, television, or any sort of electrical device present. Although there’s a small but beautiful, antique chandelier hanging from the ceiling there’s no light except the little which continues to peek around the curtains. Every corner of the room visible from my chair seems to be stacked from floor to ceiling with brown boxes. So many questions are flooding me but I can’t grasp the answers. One of my caretakers, Miguel, tells me my memories will return quickly now that my mind has awakened fully. Miguel also says I need to rest until my body fully awakens. He was present when I woke here today. (I believe I had been in a hospital this morning before I passed out and woke in this strange place.) Anyway, Miguel and Gab are the only people I’ve seen since waking. Miguel is an older gentleman who seems very serious and doesn’t appear to care about how I might be feeling. Gab has been assigned as my caretaker at present. She appears to know exactly what she’s doing but doesn’t seem to mind being questioned about it or giving the most detailed answers she can. She has the most distinctive hazel eyes I have ever seen. The brown, green, and blue are so clearly distinguishable from one another and yet they meld together so that it’s impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. Miguel also requested, or should I say demanded, that I maintain a journal to oil my thought processes until I’m back on my “game.” I guess I should know what my game is though I can’t seem to pinpoint it. I recall being on assignment and seeing a battle in the desert. Perhaps I was a soldier. Then again, just as clearly, I recall sitting in a jewelry store examining a ring and wearing scrubs at a hospital so who’s to say I wasn’t a jeweler or a doctor? Anyway, Gab will be writing for me until I can use my hands which, I’m told, will not be until my body awakens. Right now she’s nagging, I mean, urging me to go over today’s events to ensure I can recall them later but I’m not sure I believe them even now…