Sometimes she'd wake up in the morning and smile. The radio would nudge her out of bed with one of her favorite songs. She'd sing in the shower. Her coffee'd be perfect, not too hot, not too cold.

But not today.

Scrutinizing herself in the bathroom mirror Karen couldn't stop thinking about Jim's hair, his ears, and that ridiculously repetitive song he'd been humming to himself as they'd walked into the office together just the day before yesterday.

"What a total jerk."

But when she said it out loud even her reflection looked like it felt sorry for her.