My Awaking- Extract from Chapter Four

Waking, confusion open me, my mind in turmoil, desperately searching for a clue as to my whereabouts. My surroundings familiar but somehow unknown, like an intense feeling of déjà vu. My true sight returns, my mind returns to life and my confusion leaves. My bed, my very own bed. I think the hardest time is waking up in the morning, those moments before I remember who I am, and think instead about who I was.

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