It was a characteristically cold January Tuesday. She had awakened early, earlier than usual. A sense of discomfort would begin to wade through her mind as she turned to notice the face down, sleeping body amidst the tangled, slightly off-white sheets and the green and red flannel blanket clinging to the edge of the bed like discarded wrapping paper. The kaleidoscope screensaver bathed the room in a dull flicker, allowing shapes and their blurred edges to be seen, but nothing more.