It felt something different about that morning. I didn’t know what, but knew something was. I had woken up, sent her a good morning message, did my morning chores and was now reading the newspaper. That was when it hit me. I did not dream about her that day! This had not happened, ever, in – I don’t know how long. I rushed to check my cell phone. No reply. She must have gone to work early, I told myself. “Ding”, I texted her and started to get ready for work. I dragged myself through work, checking my phone every five minutes for two hours. I called her, she did not pick up. I called her again. Every line of her otherwise sweet caller tune felt like a needle. Having spent half of lunch time calling her, I picked up my keys and raced to her home.