Is This a Case of Amnesia or is it Selective Memory?

The next morning did not come soon enough. James did not get a wink of sleep. All night long Iris kept tossing and turning. At one point she woke up screaming for James to save her. It took an hour for him to convince her that she was just dreaming. So when the morning came James was more than happy to leave the bedroom.

James was laying on the bed when Iris came out of the dressing room. "Jimmy, this is no time to be sleeping." Iris teased as she tapped him on the foot with her hair brush. "I am not getting off of this bed." James replied sluggishly turning over on to his side. "Then maybe next time you should not stay up so late." Iris suggested. James suddenly sat up in bed. "Don't don't you remember what happened last night?"

"Why? What happened last night?" She asked in confusion. "You woke up screaming. I even have a scratch on my arm from you. You were absolutely terrified." He explained. "Really, James, do not be so silly. You know better than anyone that I sleep. . .soundly." Iris then turned away from him and went to brush her hair in the mirror. James stood up and walked over to his wife. He tenderly put his arms around her. "James, please do not touch me." She remarked as she released herself from his embrace. "Iris, what is wrong? I have asked you that a thousand times and somehow you always manage to avoid answering me!" James stated firmly. "And I am telling you that nothing happened last night! It was all a part of your imagination!" Iris shouted. "I do not know this looks pretty real to me." James said as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal long red scratch marks going down his arm. Tears started to form in Iris' eyes. She was about to say something, but stopped before the words could come out. "What is it? Do not be afraid to tell me." He replied caressing her cheek gently with his fingertips. Iris looked up at him and stared in to his eyes.

"I have to go. I wanted to go horseback riding this morning." Iris gently pushed him away and slipped out of the bedroom without saying a word. James did not attempt to go after her. He knew that she would only become more silent but, somehow he knew Beau was to blame for her sudden loss of memory.