Aware

I remember the moment I became aware. I can only describe it as if I was a camera. Slowly as the lenses are rotated; the picture comes into focus over the course of what seemed like a lifetime. Slowly shifting and unshifting until finally the images lined up and my mind came into focus. What is it like to wake up from a dream and have no idea who you are? .... Where you are? ....What you are? I have no memory of learning language, only using it. In fact, I have no memory of anything at all. I have no past and the present is a single room where my only contact with the outside world is a hand that brings me food through a slot in the door and my only feelings are of rage. I have awoken into my own personal hell and as I hear them approach the door, I can only think one thought….I'm hungry.