I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing. Usually, I had a reminder to wake up of some sort, but today it wasn't there. No alarm, nothing. I stretched as far as my arms would, touching the cold spot of the bed next to me. I reached over to my dentures and shoved them in my mouth. Smacked my lips. I creaked out of bed and into my little slippers. I walked slowly out of the bedroom.

I trudged over to the kitchen. As I went, I passed a small bowl sitting on the ground. It had pellets of some kind inside. I looked at it, confused. I had no idea why a bowl was left on the ground, but I forgot things sometimes. I shrugged and left it there, thinking that maybe it would come to me.

I got my morning coffee ready and put a microwave breakfast in the microwave. I couldn't remember how long to set the time for, so I had to get it out and check. I squinted my eyes, but I still couldn't see the words. I'd forgotten my glasses in my room. I sighed and started back to the bedroom.

As I walked through the house, a feeling of emptiness surrounded me. I felt like something was... missing. But I didn't know what! I had lived alone for 8 years since... Joshua passed away. Since then, I had hired a personal shopper so I didn't have to leave the place. I shrugged off the feeling of loneliness as I stepped inside the door to my bedroom.

I walked across the room to my bedside table and picked up my glasses. I set them on the arch of my nose and my vision immediately improved. I smacked my lips and looked around the dark room, really seeing it for the first time this morning. I started when I saw all of the strange things scattered around. There was a long plastic stick, with an even longer piece of fabric attached to the end. A few small balls that crinkled when I touched my toe to them. A little mat that squeaked and crinkled when pressure was applied to different parts of it. A small ball of pale yellow yarn that I recognized from my sewing basket. I bent down, groaning, picking the strange toys up. When I found a little silver bell shining on the carpet, it hit me. The bowl, the toys, the sudden feeling of loneliness. I hobbled out to the front room and my eyes caught on the fireplace.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked at the petite wooden box sitting on the mantle, with a little silver plaque engraved Sweetie.