COUCH
Terrance awoke in a remarkably comfortable blue suede armchair with a shrouded memory of why and how he was there. What also alarmed him was the position he was in, laying on the armchair, not exactly laying as much as sitting. With his right arm flung over the top of his head and his left shoved parallel to the floor in the crease between the cushion and the armrest. His pelvis twisted slightly to the left and his legs laying flat on top of each other. After exactly two minutes, forty five seconds, and fifty one milliseconds to be exact, Terrance shifted from his very unusual and awkward position and slid onto the floor, as if he had no skeleton. He laid there unenergetically starring at his at his feet, trying to figure out what was different apart from missing his right shoe and left sock. Actually, that was what was wrong, he was only wearing his left shoe with no sock and his right sock with no shoe?
“What the fuck?!” Terrance muttered to himself.
Immediately after swearing, as if it were a memory jog, he remembered why he was in his lounge room, but not exactly. It was that annoying feeling of knowing about something, but your missing the major detail that pieces it together. Laying on the floor against the armchair like a jellyfish on the shore, Terrance, confused by the fact that he felt half of his life was missing. Unsure what to do, he tried as many things as he could to jog his memory again to possibly regain that crucial detail which is just out of reach. He tried back tracking the parts of his memory he could remember, which was useless as all he could remember was eating a whole packet of cheerios out of a basin, throwing paper balls into the ceiling fan and watching it fly across the room, then chuckling to himself and playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 multiplayer by himself for six hours. He tried listing names and places seeing if it would remind him of anything! Even looking sideways and squinting at objects around the room didn't do anything, although he found it amusing when he looked at a photo of his brother. Wait, another memory jog. Except it was another phantom memory, leading him somewhere without an end. Terrance had started a train of thought and was just about to remember something, then his stomach growled. Well at least he remembered he was hungry.
