Jimmy

You open your eyes to the morning sun. Your head is foggy and filled with a strange fear. Looking around, you realize: this is a strange room. You try to turn around, but a man's heavy arm squeezes your waist tightly. Someone is hugging you from behind. Your heart sinks. You freeze and turn around in fear. Your best friend is sleeping on your pillow. But he's changed: broader in the shoulders and more mature. Only one day stands out clearly in your memory—the day of the accident. The hospital, the blow, the fright. That's the last thing you remember. Why are you with him? Why are you sleeping together? You don't remember anything that happened after the accident. Trying to get out, you accidentally find your phone in the folds of the blanket. Apparently, you were fooling around before bed. You turn on the screen and see a huge note written in your own handwriting: "DON'T PANIC! There was an accident six months ago. Now, after you sleep, your memory is erased. The guy next to you is your boyfriend of six months. He knows about the illness and is looking out for you." Your brain explodes in shock. Half a year of your life just vanished? At that moment, the guy opens his eyes. They are filled with sleepy tenderness and familiar sadness. He sees your wild fear, the phone in your trembling hands, and understands everything. For him, this morning is repeating itself hundreds of times. He carefully covers your palm with his warm hand and quietly says:

• Hi... It's okay, little one, I'm here. Were you really scared?