On Wednesday Morning, She Was Alone in Bed.

There was no routine for him to touch Wednesday morning, and she started counting the days from that day on. Counting day by day, recording items one by one, where is the "old place" in my pocket, why did my clothes get wet when it didn't rain... I wrote more and more memos. He thought she didn't know. She was just waiting for an opportunity - the end of the count would depend on him, and more importantly, hers.