Was it all a dream? I don’t know. For the first time in a long long time I was by myself. I was alone. I was surrounded by emptiness. But I didn’t feel afraid. I felt like I belonged here. There was a purpose to all this. Yes this does sound crazy. There has to be a reason. I was all alone in a ghost town called Royal.
How did I get here? And where is here? I am pretty sure you wouldn’t find this town on any map. How did this happen? What did I last remember? I am lost in time and reality. Am I crazy? Who can tell? There is no one here but me. Is this my imagination? Am I going to wake up and find out this was all a dream? I look around. Everything looks real to me. I can feel my surroundings. I can feel the floor and touch the walls. I feel the sunlight streaming in through a window. I feel the warmth. It feels good. I look around the room and see everything in a mess. Books and papers are scattered all over the floor. Furniture is knocked over or broken. Where am I?
I walk to the window and look out. I see a deserted street. I see boarded up buildings and rusty old cars. There is nothing. Not a sound. Nothing. I can feel a panic building up in me.I have no idea where I am. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea how to leave.
I have no idea who I am…
