A woman sleeps in a room with no floor.
There is a wooden table. Sturdy, Amish-made. A matching chair. The walls glow, a soft pink. She cannot find the ceiling.
“Remember,” a voice says. Somber its tone.
On the table is a man’s watch, its crystal cracked. The remnant of a dinner plate. And a child’s drawing.
The woman becomes a five-year-old. The night her Father died while driving home from work. Her Mom dropped the plate when she heard the news. It was dinner time when the police arrived. The drawing of a young girl and her Dad. Celebrating his birthday. In crayon. Went unseen.
The girl puts on her Dad’s watch. Heavy on her wrist. She becomes a woman again.
“Forget,” the voice says.
A woman wakes in a room with no floor.