Dinner at 5pm.

Just when you’ve gotten use to dinner at 8pm, you get switched back to dinner at 5pm.

It’s only you and the singular piece of salmon that you push into the oven.

20 minutes of cook time filled with silence and mindless tasks, when it used to be full of goofiness and music played off of iPhones.

How sad it is to only reach for one plate when your hands wish it were for two.

No appetite.

No cutting board.

No one.