I woke up early that morning smelling the fading aroma of the lavender candles blown out the night before. Swinging my legs over the bed, stomach turning with excitement. I watched him still sleeping as if I were still in bed, snoring softly into his pillow. I walked to the bathroom, my toes touching the cold floor, slightly curling beneath me. Brushing and flossing my teeth as the dentist prescribed because today was the day they needed to be perfect. The taste of mouthwash was apparent to all that I encountered. I quietly put on my sweats, since they were easy to put on and didn’t make a sound. I tiptoed out of the room, and out of the house.
What day was it?