I feel the warm sun on my face. It should have been a nice feeling, but that mixed with how thirsty I am and I just feel like I’m baking. Turning my head from the sunlight, I slowly open my eyes. My brain is buzzing painfully as if it was full of angry fire ants. I stare at an unfamiliar wall. My thoughts are sluggish. I blink and open my eyes wide to wake myself up and focus. Something isn’t right. I don’t feel right.

The following days passed by in a numbed down blur. Every day Doctor Harris, the woman doctor, was making me believe her more and more, and it was so depressing. If Zeke was my boyfriend, he’d been here by now. The same for Margo, Adam, and Fletcher, well Fletcher would’ve just come to laugh at me but he would’ve come. 

I sit in the window seat and look out onto the street.  I hug my knees to my chest. The foggy feeling is still there a little, but it is fading. Apparently, the doctor in the institution had me doped up on some heavy stuff. With my head clearer, the confusion is gone. I’m not insane, or at least, not delusional. My memories are clear and concise. Henry and the others do exist.  The sound of someone rushing upstairs and Zeke’s familiar scent hit me long before he peaks into the room as if he isn’t sure he should come in or not. “Hey, Olivia.”