I am starting to forget. It's starting to fade... already.
I'm not sure what it is that I'm starting to forget, but I can feel it slipping away.
Sometimes, during everyday routines, I startle myself when I remember this is not the way it's always been. I realize that this is, in a sense, wrong. This is not my life. This is a borrowed life. I'm getting too comfortable. -Who ever thought that would be a problem??
Leaving here is going to be hard -for all of us. It's going to be another way of life ripped away from us. I don't know if I'm ready for it yet. I don't know if I'm ready to face the rest of the world; to face the whole truth. I'm warm and safe here.
...But I'm settling in too deep, and I'm starting to forget.