Between the Shallows and the Deep

I wake in a memoryless room unlabeled and unanchored, a floating proprioception unhinged from time and place. The bathroom has moved beyond the present it is where it was once maybe yet where it is at this moment is forgot. Who walks now out of someone else’s memory as if she owned this space? Her face keeps changing it forms then falls apart like melting snow now she is this other person. Who am I to gather up her reality to piece together her history, to deny her to sit next to me now here at the edge of this bed wanting to hold hands for some comfort in a strange land? Perhaps she will explain to me why we meet only between the shallows and the deep?