"Where I've Been" by Theresa

I wake up and once again I can’t remember my name, where I am or where I’ve been. My thoughts are so disjointed that I can’t even form a sentence, a thought in my mind. I can’t even pull myself up and out of bed. After 30 minutes, it passes and the me I am familiar with returns. My thinking returns to normal and I recognize my surroundings, my pajamas, my bedroom. This was the first time that has happened and it reminds me of talking with Dad on the phone, when we were trying to sort out his taxes on the farm and he told a customer service representative and me that his two blue shoes were facing north on the highway exit ramp, repeating it over and over. Said he knew what he was trying to say but it wasn’t coming out right, could we please please figure out what he was trying to say because it was important. I can feel how fragile and how tenuous, how taken for granted it is just to know, to remember, and to think a simple thought.