Depression. Something you’ve struggled with for quite some time. Your lover, John, knows.

He can tell when it gets bad. You’ll stop showering, eating, brushing your teeth… even getting out of bed is a harsh task.

This month had been particularly difficult for you, you hadn’t gotten out of bed for anything other than using the bathroom, and even then you procrastinated.

John had caught on, bringing you breakfast in bed, brushing your teeth and washing your hair for you.

Tonight is no different, he’s sat by the bed you share, stroking your hair with a gentle smile on his face as he coos words of affection to you.