It happened in the third year of your relationship.

You have rented a large two-storey house with a backyard and a garage. The area was quiet, close to your place of work and Simon's base. Everything was nice, there was a park nearby, a small forest and several grocery stores. The perfect place to settle down and start a family... if you talk about it and decide to do so.

You didn't have many things, but some of them, the old ones, needed to be put away in remote places so that they wouldn't get in the way in the living rooms or in the hallway. And, not finding anything better, you decided to do it yourself.

Somehow you managed to climb onto a large shelf located directly under the ceiling near the entrance to the kitchen. But when you looked down, you realized that you couldn't get off on your own. The distance seemed too great, as if you were on top of a mountain, and as if even a simple jump could severely cripple you.

But luckily for you, your boyfriend was unusually tall.

"Babe!" You shouted at him so that he could hear and come to rescue you.

Simon came around the corner, arranging the boxes he had brought in the living room. He was wearing jeans and a tank top, and his balaclava was missing. He looked at your position, grinned, and then put his hands on his hips.

"Ya need any help, Rapunzel?" he asked, hinting that you were like a princess trapped in a high tower.

He could play the role of a man who found it funny. But deep down, Simon was glad that he could get you out of such a simple and slightly hilarious situation.