Red and Gold

He woke up in a forest with leaves of red and gold. The ground was wet beneath him, making his clothes damp and cold. He shivered and sat up looking around. This place was unfamiliar to him; he had no clue where he was. He rubbed his head trying to remember. That’s when fear began to set in. Harder and harder he thought until he realized he didn't even know his name. What was it? Micheal? No, that wasn't right. Sean? No, that wasn't it either. He began to panic, each breath coming faster than the last. He didn't even know his own name. He stood up quickly, which turned out to be a mistake. His head throbbed and he screamed out in pain. Holding his palm to his head, he slowly looked around the forest. Besides all the trees that surrounded him, it was empty. The only sound was his breath, coming in hitched gasps now. The throbbing began to subside and he slowly began to wander through the forest.  The trees were so bright in color, they exploded in his mind like fireworks.  The color was all he could see as he wandered. The already fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet as he walked. He took a deep breath. It smelled fresh, like nothing had ever touched here. He stopped and  stared up the cold grey sky. It had no answers for him; the trees had no answers for him. No one had answers for him. He was wet and cold and confused and he had no clue what to do. A red leaf descended from the trees.  It landed softly on the ground and He walked over to it. He looked up at the tree it had fallen from. It was a big tree and many of the leaves still clung to their branches. Another leaf began to fall, and he outstretched his arm to catch it. The leaf fell right into his palm. He  felt a  slight tingling on his skin where the leaf had landed. Then the tingling became more intense, until it was burned his skin.  He tried to shake the leaf away, but it clung tightly to his skin. The leaf began to absorb into his hand, tiny bits of light shined all around the shape of the leaf. He was too stunned to scream. Soon the leaf disappeared completely into his hand. He knew his name. His name was August Alexander Adams. It was like a long forgotten memory triggered by smell. The leaf had told him who he was, he was sure of it. He looked down at his palm. His skin looked like it had before, no trace of the leaf at all.  His eyes wandered up into the large tree with its many leaf. “Thank you.” He whispered. Another leaf began its decent and he ran to catch it. It fell to floor before he could grab it. All the leaves on the ground looked similar and he couldn't tell which one had fallen from the tree. He sighed and sat down beneath the tree.  It had the answers for him and all he had to do was  sit and wait for another leaf to fall.