January 8
I have lost my memory.
They told me I had been hit by a car.
In order to help restore my memory, they asked me to keep a diary and write down everything I saw and thought.
January 9
The man who hit me came to see me.
It's a girl with big eyes, carrying a fruit basket.
As soon as he came in, he asked me if I was dead.
The bed partner told me that this is my wife.
I immediately gave him a kick and said: How could I marry a woman who hit me on a Harley?
She punched me in the right eye.
He also punched his bedmate in the left eye.
Diary style, short story
Purpose: redemption