I dream of sand. Millions upon millions of golden grains that hide such wonderful mystery. My memories included. My sleeping mind conjures imagery of distant cities, of hissing beasts. Of you. I no longer know who you are, but there is a grief in my heart when the concept of you plagues me. I'll wake, my cheeks damp with tears and my chest tight, and yet I cannot even fathom what you look like. Its the only inkling I have, the only thing that makes me doubt what mother and father have told me. I was a sick, frail girl. I was kidnapped for ransom. I must have gotten better, but forgotten everything in the process. Sometimes I wonder. In the loneliness of my dull room, back across the sea where they say I'm from... I wonder if my health was worth forgetting you.

I don't know you.
But I miss you.