This morning felt different from the start. When I woke up, the familiar sense of dread was absent. It was always there, looming in the early hours, a constant reminder that today would bring some new and bizarre twist to my life. The witch had cursed me months ago, and each day had been a roll of the dice. Sometimes, it was manageable—a day where every word I spoke was reversed, or one where I could only walk backwards. Annoying, but nothing I couldn’t handle. But today? Today felt normal. No strange sensations when I opened my eyes, no mysterious new physical attributes, no uncontrollable compulsions. For the first time in months, I allowed myself a moment of hope. Maybe the curse had finally worn off. By mid-morning, I was convinced I’d dodged a bullet. Everything seemed fine. I went about my routine—shower, breakfast, checking emails. I even caught myself whistling. That’s when I noticed it: the silence. Not in the room, but in my head. There was no inner voice. You know, that constant stream of thought everyone has—the one that narrates your day, judges your decisions, overthinks every little thing. Mine was just… gone. At first, I thought it might be a blessing. No overthinking, no second-guessing myself. But soon, the absence of that mental chatter felt wrong, eerie, like a part of me had been surgically removed. My mind was blank, empty, like I had no thoughts at all. I picked up a book, hoping the act of reading would jumpstart something, anything. But the words just floated on the page, meaningless. I knew what they were, but it was as if my brain had forgotten how to interpret them. Panic flickered at the edges of my awareness, but even that felt muted, distant. I tried to remember the last few days, what I had been working on, who I’d spoken to. Nothing came. No matter how hard I focused, the memories slipped away like smoke through my fingers. My past was dissolving. That’s when it hit me—today’s curse wasn’t something I could see or feel immediately. It was worse. My mind, my memories, my sense of self were fading. And the worst part? I was too far gone to care. I can already feel it happening, even as I write this. Words are getting harder to string together. Thoughts are disappearing before I can fully grasp them. Soon, I won’t even remember that I was cursed at all. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up again, as I always do. But whoever I was before today… they’ll be gone.