[ WP ] It 's hard to notice something is missing , when it 's never been there before

Every day is exactly the same. 
 
 I rise with the sun to begin my morning. Some people insist on using clocks, but my internal alarm has never failed me. After a brief stretch to open my eyes, I start my single-serve coffee machine and turn on the shower. As I step in the shower, I hang my towel on the wall hook. 
 
 After my shower, I pour my coffee and write in my daily journal. Everything is a part of the routine, and I subconsciously let the flow take me. My day continues, and I walk out the door, making sure to take the apartment key with me. My car is parked across the street in the spot where I always park. 
 
 I arrive at work and begin my daily tasks. I've always felt that my duties were below me, but they pay the bills. My coworkers are pleasant enough, but we do n't connect on anything but a superficial level - it's easier that way. 
 
 The work day concludes, and I go to the grocery store on the way home. I browse the usual aisles and end up getting the usual TV dinner. My life is simple and predictable. 
 
 As I squeeze my tube of toothpaste, I look around to make sure everything is in its place. Getting ready for bed in a clean apartment relaxes me, although I do n't make much of a mess for myself throughout the day. My bed welcomes me in, the sheets cool from my daily absence. I pick up up my book from the bedside table and read a single chapter as I always do. 
 
 Something about tonight feels different than every other night. My book is closed, and I am reaching over to turn out the light, but an unusual thought appears in my mind. 
 
 I sleep alone in a king-sized bed.
