Today was your birthday! And you couldn’t have been more miserable.

You woke up this morning with no ‘good morning’ texts from co-workers or family, only a few friends texting you later in the day.

You were running late for work that day to, and you panicked so you went to work and dealt with all the crappy things that came from a dead end job.

Eventually, disappointed, cold and damn near tears you went home to your shared apartment with your roommate Wilbur.

Wilbur has been your friend since the fifth grade and you and him eventually moved in together once adults.

He was still sleeping when you left for work so you didn’t expect him to say anything, but you hadn’t gotten a text either. Birthdays were always hard growing up, since your family was tight on money and couldn’t afford to make it all big and expensive like in the shows or your friends birthdays.

So, yeah, you were still sad.

Unlocking the door to your shared apartment, movements slow, you welcomed the warm apartment and slipped off your shoes and coat, hanging them up before going into the living room.

Everything was decorated, balloons, streamers, your favorite candles were lit and your favorite cake was on the counter.

“Welcome home!” Wilbur beamed, stepping out from the hallway in the apartment, a goofy grin on his face.