Memoirs of a Joint Tenancy with full rights of Survivorship

Waking up and not remembering anything from the night before wasn't something
unusual. She examined her body for any new marks or bruises. Finding several
above and below her knee she took a deep breath and brushed her blankets aside.
Trying to remember how she got into bed in the first place was another ordeal
entirely. She closed her eyes thinking..."Where was the last place I remember
being?"
She thought about it and several small movies played in her head.
She was washing the dishes. She was preparing dinner. She answered the door
for someone, but who? Trying hard to remember she began her daily morning
routine.

Brush teeth.
Shower. Was it the neighbor that came over?
Get Dressed. What did she wear yesterday?
Make breakfast. Did she eat anything for dinner? What?
Remembering she had made roasted lamb after she noticed the bottle of Merlot
on her table. Empty. Some of the night was coming back to her.
She slid out the door trying to think of what else could of happened. She still
didn't know how she got into bed, but it didn't matter because she had work.

She was the only one she knew who could watch a movie twice for the first time
each time.