Sandrine woke up with a start and threw herself off the bed before puking all over the wooden floor. After coughing and spitting a few times, she finally stood up and took the splinters off, going to wash her face and clean the mess.
"The feeling is getting clearer…"
She still didn't have the memory of why she hated cats. But as time passed and some things became more tangible, Sandrine was starting to have a feeling that she didn't really hate cats. It was more like she was extremely afraid and repulsed by something in her memories that was linked to cats.
Anyway, it was strange that most memories with strong emotions had been recovered, but not those ones.
"Let's stop thinking about it."
She felt sick again.
