I appear to have lost my memory.

There's a strange set of rules telling me what to do.

Written by Gray Buildings 789.

There's a note on the nightstand when I wake up.

I recognize the stationery.

It's Benetton.

And bespoke with our family insignia in the upper left corner.

The words fuzzy.

I find my glasses, squinting to read my own writing printed below.

Dear Natalie, you were in an accident not too long ago.

As such, your memory has been compromised.

I have printed a list of instructions, a sort of playbook for the day of task that you must complete before the day's end.

Please follow the instructions precisely my heart sinks I can't recollect any accident

but I noticed a long scar running down my arm that I don't remember receiving strange step one get dressed and go downstairs eat a hearty

breakfast you will need your energy I do just that choosing a light blue summer dress

I'm already feeling hot and it's only the morning,

meaning today is going to be a scorcher. I feel sluggish, a bit tired. I must not have slept well.

Regardless, I go downstairs to the kitchen and make myself a pot of tea and toast. On the fridge, I see photos of myself and my husband Seymour.

Where is Seymour?

Did something happen to him?

My eyes dart to the note, and as if NQ, I read in the next paragraph.

Seymour is fine.

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