Snow Angels - Part 8

I was really very nice to eat something, I felt a little bit better afterwards. And I also have to admit that Bill was really kind to me. I seemed almost like he believed in me, believed in that I really did not remember anything of my life with him.

“Would you like more coffee, anything else?”
“No thanks, I’m fine”
“Are you sure? I would still guess that you would like to have your memory back?” He teased.

With a smile I got up from the table and said:
“Hope you don’t mind but I would like to look for more of my old stuff. Where did I put all my clothes? I did not find any of them in the bedroom.”

“Oh, yes. You used to stay in the room over there” He said, pointing to a door in the living room.
“Why did I…” Then I stopped. “I don’t really want to know.”
“You go and have a look, I clean up here.”
Just like I would have washed the dishes just now! Do not think so…

The door was closed and when I opened it I suddenly felt a flutter in my stomach. The room was rather big and painted in a bright shade of pink. My God, was I really that crazy about pink? I looked around. The bedspread was rolled down at the foot of the bed. It seamed that someone has been sleeping there recently.
Along one wall was a pink door with a big mirror. I guessed that this was my closet so I opened it and looked inside. To the left there was a switch so I lit the lamp and went in.

There were lots of clothes inside, clothes that were probably mine, although I never would have chosen them myself. I found a pair of jeans and a nice, simple top in black and pink, so I put that on instead of the dirty silk dress I had been sleeping in.

The jeans fitted perfectly, this really have to bee my clothes. I normally have a problem to find jeans that fit. The clothes were not my style at all, but I fallen into a coma like Sleeping Beauty for many years so how could I tell what was fashionable today?

This was a lot to poke at a later time, but just now I wanted to relax for a while, my head felt suddenly very heavy. When I was coming out of the room I noticed that the pink color of the wall hid a old wallpaper underneath. Ss if someone painted over it. There were small rabbits jumping around in a meadow full of flowers. I realized that this was an old nursery.
Did we have children?