April 1

This morning, you wake before the alarm, feeling refreshed after a pleasant night’s sleep. You slide from beneath cool sheets and stand and stretch to the accompaniment of birdsong from outside your window. A slant of sunlight angles between your curtains to light a path toward the kitchen.

You hear a gurgle, then smell freshly brewed coffee. Your partner woke before you did, and is preparing a homemade breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and hash browns.

You glance at the endtable as you pass, checking the date on your desk calendar.  First you’re angry about being fooled, then you’re overwhelmed by sadness.