Remi

I wake up to the sound of pounding at my front door. Then the door bell starts ringing. I sip up off the floor. Wait! Why the hell am I on the floor? Why is the floor so cold and hard? Where's the carpet? Those thoughts take a backseat as my head starts spinning.

A dim light comes on and a white door is only a mere three steps. But I'm so weak. Why am I so weak? I use the wall for support as I push myself to standing. I wait for the spinning to subside. Then I walk the few steps over to the door. I turn the doorknob and nothing happens. I twist it a few more times, and still nothing happens. Then with little to no effort it swings open wide.

My mother's garden is filled with bright beautiful flowers. All kinds and colors fill the space surrounding the stone benches placed in a circle in the middle of the garden. Something's not right. I look behind me expecting to see the pool house and the swimming pool. Instead there's a stark white empty room. I push my palms against my achy eyes