“Draw a clock face for me. Put the numbers on it and then I will tell you what time to make it.”
But all I can do is try to write the word: C-L-O…. I cannot even remember how to spell it. I give up.
“Can you count backwards from 100 by sevens?”
No. I never was any good at math.
“Well then, try to spell the word WORLD backwards…”
I can’t. I never was any good at spelling.
“I want you to remember three words for me: Ball, pen, chair. Repeat them back.”
What words did you say? I can’t remember.
“Where are we?”
What do you mean? We are here!
“Where is here?”
I laugh. We are just here!
“What town is this?”
I don’t know.
“In what state do you live?”
I don’t know that.
I was never any good at geography.
“What is the date?”
I haven’t the foggiest. I don’t pay attention to that.
“Do you know the year?”
“Do you know what season we are in?”
Stop asking me stupid questions!
“Write me a sentence.”
What kind of sentence?
“Any kind you like.”
I hold the pencil but no words come and the blank page just stares back at me accusingly. Fear is in my throat making it hard to swallow. Tears sting my eyes.
Something is wrong but I don’t know what.
What is happening to me?
There are whispers outside the exam room. I catch snippets: … car keys… no driving… might burn house… oven… never alone…
I want to run. But where? Where am I? Where is home?
What is wrong with me?
Who are you?