I wake up and lay in bed; it takes me a minute or two to remember where we are. The room is dark, but light is spilling in from the kitchen. I stretch, and reach out for my phone. Robert and I usually pass notes on Google Keep.

I check my phone, and sure enough there is a note; it reads: Dinner. Clothes in closet. 6 pm. R.

I lay there and let the phone fall to the bed; thinking what the fucking hell are we going to do?

I finally get up and walk to the closet naked; the towel I fell asleep in tangled in the bedsheets somewhere. I open the door, and so like Robert there is practically a new wardrobe in there; underwear, bras, shoes, socks. You name it; he didn’t forget it. No tags, everything organized, perfect as always.

I put on pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt that matches them. I slide my feet into a pair of slippers, and head into the bathroom.

On the counter is all the make-up I will ever need, plus my favorite soap and glory products. I love the make-up case he got, and the shower bag for my shampoo and lotion too.

I head into the kitchen where there are flowers on the counter, and my favorite Earl Grey tea. A clean mug sets next to it, along with the cookies I like to dip into my tea.

I fill the mug, set the timer for two minutes, and wait for the beep of the microwave.