Tonight, I Die in My Sleep

It's human to be imperfectYou open your eyes, with no recollection of how or when you arrived in this room. Yet, it all feels oddly familiar. Your conscience tells you you're here to repent, but your crime currently escapes you. Has it always been this hard to remember? You notice a TV on a crowded table. The reflection presents you with who you once were. Has it always been this hard to forget? …