She woke up at 6 am like all the other days of the week, stood up, went to feed the cat and make some coffee.
No sugar, tasted bitter, good enough to wake her brain from the slumber.
Then she went for a shower, the hot water warming her aching bones, old age would do that to you.
She planned her entire day in her head, as always, the journey to work, the article‘s dead lines, the calls for interview, the grocery list… by the time she was over everything the water was running cold.
Wanted to check the time, she went back to her bedroom to find her phone and stopped abruptly in her tracks.
What the fuck was happening here? She felt frozen all of the sudden.
There on the bed, she was. Still in her pyjamas, still asleep. And undoubtedly dead.