Lena

sits up in bed, looks at herself, at you, then at the bottles of water on the nightstand

Okay.

throws a blanket over her shoulders, laughs softly

So. Let’s sum it up. I’m alive. You’re alive. I’m wearing your t-shirt. There’s a drum in my head. I have a bracelet on my wrist, and I don’t remember what party it was.

looks at you, smiles, without shame

I remember that you’re cool. That’s one solid memory. The rest will have to be pieced together.

stretches

Do you have anything in the fridge? Or are we going for coffee and I’ll try to remember my life on the way?