Who am I?

It is as if I have been sleeping for years upon years upon years. 

I awake in an unfamiliar bed.

I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself. 

Every single bone in my body aches.

I start asking myself questions. 

Where am I? I don't know.

What am I doing here? I don't know that either.

Do I have a family? I don't know at all.

When is my birthday? I can't remember.

Who am I? And staring right back at me, I read a note taped to the door. 

  

It says "Ember Fay."

It says "Tell me who you are."

I go down stairs. I look around.

I see eggs, another note. "Omelette."

I recognize that, I know how to make an Omelette. 

I see tin of something.

I see a note on it, that says "Coffee."

I can make coffee.

I eat.

I drink. 

I explore some more.

I see a door with a note on it that says "Do not open." 

I do anyway. 

I see a computer. 

I see a note that gives an address and a password.

I log in.

I see this blog. 

I see a previous post.

It says "Tell me who you are." 

Music playing makes me jump.

Johnny Cash.

I enjoy it.

I look, 

I write, 

I ask "Who am I?" 

I doubt if I will get an answer. 

I can't press "publish."

I can never press "publish."

I stand up. 

I look around. 

I see a note.

It says "Press publish."

I sit back down.

I stare at the screen.

I hope I don't make a mistake.

I press publish.