C33 Amnesia conspiracy?

The June sun was as warm as spring water. After last night's torrential rain and wind, the sunlight that shone on the windowsill felt even warmer. Within the house, a pale-faced man was lying on a wooden bed. His eyelashes were trembling slightly as if he was about to be woken up by the chirping of a bird.

"Since you're awake, then stop pretending to be asleep