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“Vague … spacey … no idea … a continual array of forgetfulness.” Nancy had heard it said over and over as she sat quietly in the blue cushioned chair.

“There must be some reason for this occurring,” she thought to herself.

Nancy shifted in her chair. She looked longingly out of the window. “What had occurred?” she questioned herself.

Nancy closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift. From her chair she floated out the window into a sea of flowers … forget-me-nots.