She was dreaming.

   Lying on one side, with her head resting on her right hand, she was dreaming. The dream made no sense: disconnected images, vortexes, incoherent sounds, what else... Sensations.

   Her hands were itchy and she felt the impelling need to empty her bladder. She was about to wake up, carried away by the rough and spasmodic wings of self-awareness.

   And here she is, with a sleepy face and half-closed eyes looking for darkness. More darkness and less light. Less light and more sleep. Yet the itching called for relief and relief required awareness.

   Maybe.

   She raised her torso and opened her eyes wide. An explosion of green filled her vision, cutting off a sleepy moan in the bud. Where was she? She forgot about the itch, she forgot about her sleepiness. She just sat, looking around with her eyes filled with wonder.

   Or with terror.

   A forest was unfolding in front of her: tall, imposing trees, intricate shrubs, an abundance of dense, lush vegetation. Had the jungle moved to her bedroom?

   “What the…”

   The sentence died on her lips, as she contemplated the immensity of the disaster that had hit her during her sleep.

   She looked at herself. She was wearing gray pajamas. The trousers were decorated with a pattern of stylized black cats. On the shirt she could see two kittens with twisted tails.

   She tried unsuccessfully to remember when she had bought those pretty awesome – but far too cat-fanatics – pajamas. So she liked cats?

   Good question.

   If only she could remember...

   She stretched her arms. A hint of a headache forced her to stop halfway, as she continued to look around confused. She remembered about the itching in her hands. Her skin was red and full of itchy dots. Some insect must have stung her in the grip of a homicidal hunger. Considering the place she was in, she decided to get over it.

   She stood up, but found herself instantly in the throes of a splitting headache. What had happened? Had she drunk too much the night before? She couldn’t remember.

   She could not remember anything. Not the day before, not the previous one, nothing at all. Her head throbbed with pain, yet at that moment it could only be empty.

   “Calm down,” she said aloud. A tempting proposal, but she had to refuse the offer when she tried to pronounce her own name. She did not have the faintest idea what name her mother (whom she couldn’t remember either) had decided to give her that time when she had brought her to life.

   Panicked, she grabbed her head into her itching hands, closed her eyes and tried to visualize any memory. She had to remember something.

   Any thing.

   Not even the smallest thing. Maybe she could not focus because the noise of the forest was deafening and the pain was pounding her head. Sure, nice excuse. Who was she trying to deceive?

   “Shit.”