misplaced

There’s something I’ve forgotten, I’m sure of it. It’s right there, in the back of my mind. I have this feeling behind my eyelids, but I cannot for the life of me understand what it is. Everything seems blurry, maybe its just sunlight reflecting off the countertop. Rubbing my eyes, I can see the coffeepot, but the button doesn’t work. Maybe it’s unplugged? Who in their right mind would unplug the coffeepot in the morning? Maybe it’s one of her jokes.
Wait, Jo? I didn’t see you! Why are you crying? Can’t you hear me? Jo! Whose blood is that?