You don't remember anyone taking them.
The final image is dated...
Tomorrow.
It shows you raising your phone for one last picture.
The caption beneath it reads:
"Nothing left to capture."
One final email arrives.
Subject: Wrong recipient.
Its only line reads:
"You weren't the one who was supposed to wake up."
At sunrise
Every email disappears.
Except one, sitting in your Drafts.
You never wrote it.
Subject: I remember now.
The recipient?
Yourself
Sent... tomorrow
The front camera opens by itself.
You're finally on the screen.
Relieved, you smile.
Your reflection doesn't.
It quietly whispers,
"Thanks for fixing the window."
The display locks itself.