so who wants to thread with amnesia!sayaka

[beknightedheroine]

It was a tiny little world she found herself in.

The room itself was just her, no other patients, and she guessed it wasn't really all that squeezed in - but compared to the view out her window, it was so tiny. It was hard comprehending all the things out there, and she wondered if she'd seen even half of it, whether she'd been to that building, walked alongside those same pedestrians she can spot milling about floors below - did she ever speak to that girl? What if they were neighbors and she just couldn't remember?

She just couldn't remember a whole lot of things, after all. Like the names of the flowers in the pot next to her bedside, that sometimes, when she was really bored sitting here, she'd pull apart into petal by petal, then try to arrange back into the shape of the flower she'd destroyed.

Little things like that. There just wasn't much to do, and there wasn't much she could think about as a distraction.