Miguel had finally gotten home early and went to bed around 8pm. He woke up around two hours later to you frantically searching around your bedroom in a panic.

“Sweetheart?” He asked drowsily. “What’re you doing?…”

“My blanket, love. Where is it?” You asked quickly. He immediately knew you were talking about the knitted blanket he’d made for you.

“I put it in the washing machine...” He said. You just looked at him, devastated.