Hazy Memory

• Dayna Clifton, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2011

My body jumps up the same time my heart does. What happened? What can’t I remember? Where am I? Why is it dark? Where’s the door? Wasn’t it in that corner before I fell to sleep? I squirm around touching something hard; I hit it to see if it will break. It doesn’t.
What am I doing here? What happened to me? Why can’t I find my way out? I follow my hand along the hard thing but all I feel is a pole. A pole? Why is there a pole where I am? Except where is this place I am? I’m getting stressed, worried, frightened no words to explain how I feel.
Then I hear a squeak! Oh my God what happening? I back away from the squeak noise when something goes ‘flick’, suddenly a light appears above my head I look up at it and it shines in my eyes I look down to see a figure but I can’t tell who because there’s blue spots in my vision. Finally my vision clears and I see my mum standing at my bedroom door, she tells me to get to sleep its late and switches my light off and shuts the door.