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from far away.
His mother's voice felt comforting. Then she was gone, without saying goodbye. He was alone again. He felt like someone else. Someone he didn't know. Someone he wasn't supposed to be. He couldn't remember who he was. His mother was gone. He could no longer feel her love. He was sweating. He was confused. Nothing made sense.
His anxiety began to rise until he heard what he thought was his mother's voice again. This time it came from behind him. He turned and saw a woman in his bed. It wasn't his mother at all.
I know this woman. I know I know her. Why can't I recognize her?
"Leonard, it's me. It's Honey. Wake up, sleepy head. You're dreaming."
He could feel the woman shaking him and calling herself "Honey." He still couldn't remember how he knew her. She helped him sit down on the bed and brought him a glass of water. He gulped down the entire drink and looked at the woman sadly.
"Thank you. I needed that. I thought you were my mother. Who are you? Are you an angel?"
"Leonard, it's me, Honey. We just flew in to Paris and now we're in our hotel room. You just woke up. You're a little confused. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
Leonard looked out the window from his seat on the bed and saw his mother waving to him from the curtains. She was young and beautiful. As he waved back, she disappeared. His mind began to slowly refocus. The woman who brought him the glass of water was talking about things he didn't understand. He wasn't really listening to anything she said. He was straining to hear the voice of his mother again.
"She's gone," he said. "Mother's gone."
Honey got him up and off the bed and walked him back to the window. Her warm touch started to bring him back to reality. It took a while but the woman began to convince him they were in France.
"Come into the bathroom," she said. "I can prove it. Look in here. See that thing that looks like a toilet but isn't a toilet at all? That's a bidet. You know about these. Look, it has water that comes up from the basin to clean your bottom. You've never seen one of these in Indiana, have you? That's because you're in France now. This is a bidet, and we're in Paris. I'm Honey, and you love me. Just remember, do not go to the bathroom in the bidet. That's not what it's for."
Leonard had to laugh at her presentation, and as he did, he began to remember who she was. His memory came back to him like frames in a reel of film that start off as still pictures and then gradually turn into fluid motion as the reel speeds up.
"Honey," he said as he recognized her. "I thought you were my mother."
"I am definitely not your mother."
"How long have I been gone?"
"Not that long. How long have you been awake? I was sleeping."
Leonard was deeply shaken. These mental lapses were getting to be as bad as seizures. He never knew when they were coming and he never knew how long they would last. His biggest fear was that the next one would take him out for good. And that would take his love away.
What is wrong with me?
He knew he was repeating himself a lot. Honey always told him about that. And he knew he was having trouble coming up with words when he needed them. All that was normal for a person his age. What he didn't know was when he would suddenly feel lost and afraid again.
"Do you remember how we got here?" Honey asked.
"Not really. I mean, wait a second. I do remember the Eiffel Tower. We were in a taxi. Yes, we were coming from the airport and there was that lovely young woman, what was her name?"
"Jennifer."
"Ah, yes, Jennifer. She was pretty much our guardian angel for the entire flight. Where is she now?"
"See, your memory is fine. All it takes is me to bring it back. Do you remember why we came to France in the first place?"
"Yes, I do," Leonard said as he began to regain his confidence. "My niece Gretchen is trying to get me declared incompetent and she's trying to get you charged with murder."
" Attempted murder," Honey said. "You're still alive. And
His mother's voice felt comforting. Then she was gone, without saying goodbye. He was alone again. He felt like someone else. Someone he didn't know. Someone he wasn't supposed to be. He couldn't remember who he was. His mother was gone. He could no longer feel her love. He was sweating. He was confused. Nothing made sense.
His anxiety began to rise until he heard what he thought was his mother's voice again. This time it came from behind him. He turned and saw a woman in his bed. It wasn't his mother at all.
I know this woman. I know I know her. Why can't I recognize her?
"Leonard, it's me. It's Honey. Wake up, sleepy head. You're dreaming."
He could feel the woman shaking him and calling herself "Honey." He still couldn't remember how he knew her. She helped him sit down on the bed and brought him a glass of water. He gulped down the entire drink and looked at the woman sadly.
"Thank you. I needed that. I thought you were my mother. Who are you? Are you an angel?"
"Leonard, it's me, Honey. We just flew in to Paris and now we're in our hotel room. You just woke up. You're a little confused. Don't worry, you'll be fine."
Leonard looked out the window from his seat on the bed and saw his mother waving to him from the curtains. She was young and beautiful. As he waved back, she disappeared. His mind began to slowly refocus. The woman who brought him the glass of water was talking about things he didn't understand. He wasn't really listening to anything she said. He was straining to hear the voice of his mother again.
"She's gone," he said. "Mother's gone."
Honey got him up and off the bed and walked him back to the window. Her warm touch started to bring him back to reality. It took a while but the woman began to convince him they were in France.
"Come into the bathroom," she said. "I can prove it. Look in here. See that thing that looks like a toilet but isn't a toilet at all? That's a bidet. You know about these. Look, it has water that comes up from the basin to clean your bottom. You've never seen one of these in Indiana, have you? That's because you're in France now. This is a bidet, and we're in Paris. I'm Honey, and you love me. Just remember, do not go to the bathroom in the bidet. That's not what it's for."
Leonard had to laugh at her presentation, and as he did, he began to remember who she was. His memory came back to him like frames in a reel of film that start off as still pictures and then gradually turn into fluid motion as the reel speeds up.
"Honey," he said as he recognized her. "I thought you were my mother."
"I am definitely not your mother."
"How long have I been gone?"
"Not that long. How long have you been awake? I was sleeping."
Leonard was deeply shaken. These mental lapses were getting to be as bad as seizures. He never knew when they were coming and he never knew how long they would last. His biggest fear was that the next one would take him out for good. And that would take his love away.
What is wrong with me?
He knew he was repeating himself a lot. Honey always told him about that. And he knew he was having trouble coming up with words when he needed them. All that was normal for a person his age. What he didn't know was when he would suddenly feel lost and afraid again.
"Do you remember how we got here?" Honey asked.
"Not really. I mean, wait a second. I do remember the Eiffel Tower. We were in a taxi. Yes, we were coming from the airport and there was that lovely young woman, what was her name?"
"Jennifer."
"Ah, yes, Jennifer. She was pretty much our guardian angel for the entire flight. Where is she now?"
"See, your memory is fine. All it takes is me to bring it back. Do you remember why we came to France in the first place?"
"Yes, I do," Leonard said as he began to regain his confidence. "My niece Gretchen is trying to get me declared incompetent and she's trying to get you charged with murder."
" Attempted murder," Honey said. "You're still alive. And
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