Garrett hit the alarm as it sounded, at exactly six in the morning. He sat up, the same as every other day. The dark quiet seemed oppressive, and Garrett drew breath deep into his lungs with difficulty. Then it was out of bed and into the kitchen for breakfast.
Except the coffee maker was empty and cold. The kitchen was dark. His beloved wife was not standing at the stove, pink curlers in her hair, spatula at the ready. Her kitchen was bereft, as lost and alone as he was now.
Garrett sat down at the kitchen table and cried.
Written for the 100 Word Challenge. Go check out Thin Spiral Notebook and read the other entries.