The smell of coffee greets you as you slowly open one eye, and then the other. Sunlight escapes from the parted curtains covering the window facing you, stunning your still-sensitive eyes. You roll over hoping to find Michiru next to you, but she isn't there.
Lazily, you climb out of bed, stretching as you walk to the bathroom. The lingering scent of Michiru's earlier passing still hints the air.
Once you are clean and dressed, you head out to the kitchen. The scent of coffee draws you immediately to the pot. You pour yourself a cup before sitting at the table. It is only then that you notice that you have yet to see Michiru this morning.