[ WP ] You wake up in a morgue with no memory . On a table next to you is a brown envelope marked 'Confidential ' .

I awoke gasping for breath with the fear of death in my heart. Frantically I thrashed about to escape the darkness that encased me. I clutched my covering and bore at it until I made an opening and immediately drew another breath as I pried it open further. I sat up, my torso ripped free of the encasement and took long labored breaths as I wildly searched my surroundings. The room was cold and clinical, bathed in a low blue light with a few stretchers in the room similar to the one that I was on. I recognized the scene from television as some type of morgue and realized that somehow I had been believed to be dead. I'd have to agree with their assessment since moments before felt as is I had just taken my firsts breaths. 
 
 I brought my legs from the bottom of the encasement and moved them to sit on the edge of the stretcher as I continued to gain my bearings. I was naked and only then felt the shiver of being so exposed in the refrigerated air. I spotted a blue, plastic looking covering hanging on the opposite wall. It did n't seem to be warm but it would be better than nothing. I placed my feet on the freezing floor and yelped as I yanked them back up. I would need a bit to warm myself up a bit before I found the courage to dart across the room. Then I noticed an envelope lying on the table a few feet away. It was brown, with red letters on its face reading *Confidential*. I wondered who it could be for and as if a light bulb had went off I realized that I was unaware of who I was. I was already in an unfamiliar place and the knowledge put me at greater unease. I thought the envelope would hold the answers that I sought and mustered the courage to brave the frigid cold of the floor to find out. I hopped out of the stretcher, grabbed the envelope and a scalpel and jumped back on the stretcher causing it to roll a bit. I felt the letter and could feel paper inside and something small and in the shape of a key. I tore the letter open with the scalpel and emptied it beside me. A thick, bronze key first fell out first with a clank onto the metallic stretcher followed by a folded sheet of paper. I left the key aside and picked up the paper and unfurled it. The paper read: 
 
 > If you're reading this then you're alive and in that case I'm sorry. If you're not the intended recipient then this message is clearly not for you and you can kindly move on. That means now. Really, this is a private message. I'm serious, I 
 can tell that you're still reading since you're here. You really have a problem with following instructions do n't you? I'll wait.... Alright look, I can understand the appeal. Reading things that are n't meant for you. You think that there's going to be 
 some special secret or secret information that you'll be privy to that's contained in this letter. Well I've got news for you, not gon na happen. Nope. That's why I have the key in this envelope that you've probably wondered about. Well keep 
 wondering, unless of course you're the intended recipient, you know who you are. Sorry about the tirade here but *some* people feel the need to read what was n't meant for them. Anyway, for **you the intended recipient**, yeah I'm 
 being intentionally vague they'll get it, this key is for you. It will allow you access to the *actual* confidential message meant for you. Like I'd leave an *actual* confidential message in a morgue on the occasion that a dead person comes back to life. Good luck to you. Bad luck to you if you read this far knowing this was n't meant to you. For shame. Peace. 
 
 Confused at the mess of a note that lied before me I picked up the key noting that it did appear familiar but I was unable to recall where I knew it from. I did n't know anything about who I was but I was determined to find out. Holding the 
 key and envelope I walked across the floor to the covering and put it on. It was n't warm, as I thought, but it would give some semblance of modesty than swinging about in the open. I opened the door with purpose to begin the journey 
 to rediscover my past.
