She lays in bed and wonders, when did this feeling come about, she looks over at the next bed where her husband lay asleep snoring softly, she knew that once that feeling was there, but now like a thief in the night it was gone, and over the years she had not noticed.
She finds herself while doing some mundane task, drifting off somewhere, with some thought or another, that are not hers to have, they belong to someone else, someone she does not recognise.
She walks over to the mirror and looks at herself, she sees the same face looking back at her, yeah maybe a smattering of grey on the sides, and the lines near her eyes are a little more prominent, other than that she looks the same. She still feels the same in her self, but she knows something is missing
