Spruce Grey- Short Story

I rolled over and looked up, I had no idea where I was, who I was, or what had happened. After laying, watching the cars speed by for atleast an hour I stood up. Everything was differnet now, I couldnt remember anything. Everything around me was a spruce grey, quiet in my head, but utterly busy in real life. The one thing that I could remember was my talent. I had the ability to read peoples minds. I walked, slowly, and then started to run into the city. Wondering if people could see me or if I was really dead inside this body. I sat on a bench near an ice-cream stand in the park. There I listened; I listened to everything people were thinking, trying to find my place in this un-known world. How long had I been gone? What city did I come from? Did I have a family, people who loved me? After a few days of wandering around the city, listening to the thoughts. The twilight dusk that I had been in was now beginning to clear up. Im not sure if I will ever really know who I am.. or was... but I will do my best to figure it out every single day for the rest of my life.