Log 11: June 4th, 1953

I woke up today to the sound of something I couldn't quite grasp. I knew that sound. My head played tricks on me as I lye in that waking stage. I had yet to open my eyes. I thought maybe a dream, but the sound was familiar. I opened my eyes to look around. Where am I? I couldn't remember anything. As I looked around there was nobody in the room. The walls were painted dark red with small blue shapes all over. I was in a small bed, and next to the bed was a lantern. Across the room from the bed was a cabinet. That was all that lingered in this large room. It had a very eire feel to it, Dark, and cold; almost seeming like the room grew as you looked around. All I could do was wonder why I was here, and how I got here. Then the sound came again. Very faint, its rhythm swayed through my ears giving me this feeling that was so hard to describe. I knew that song. Somewhere in my past, somewhere that my mind no longer allowed me to remember is where that song lye. As I got up out of bed my legs gave on me as if I hadn't walked for God knows when. There I was, on the ground pondering. Pondering of what? I didn't know. There was nothing, I couldn't remember what had happened to put me in this place. Suddenly a draft came in from behind me feeling as if my past had come back but quickly ran past me. I was left alone in this room trying to get my legs back to the way they once were. I saw a door that blended into the wall. Why it blended, I couldn't say. It seemed to be my only way out.