Lost
She stepped out from a ball of wool. who was she, where was she, why was she?
Ink
Being lost she knew not to worry and that everything had a beginning. Memories she believed were there, like ink on the tips of her fingers
Sea and Sleep
Falling asleep she found herself in a sea of dreams, free to wander and find what she was looking for.
Underground
While she slept, the roots of her memory began to spread. Different parts of her life became clearer.
Illusion
Suddenly it all felt real a way of getting back to her memories or was it just an illusion?
Found
The key had been no illusion, just a way to find back her memories which were full of life and love.