Choose to Forget

“Hi, Sam,” I said stepping into his bedroom. He was smiling at me, but that vacant look in his eyes told me that he had no idea who I was, other than what he remembered from the night before. “How are you?”

He shrugged and looked around the room before he said, “Lost.”

It seemed like a stupid question, but I asked it anyway. “You still don’t remember anything?”

“Nope. Not a damn thing. All of my memories begin with my waking up on the front porch of the house next door last night.”

“That’s my house,” I told him. 

“That’s what I hear.”

I smiled, wondering what else everyone ha