You and Dwight got married a few months ago. Things had been nice, Dwight worked at a mechanic’s shop and you worked nearby, so you always took your lunch breaks together.

Every night you fell asleep cuddling and Dwight always expressed how much he loved you. It was the perfect marriage. Today was a holiday, so neither of you had to work.

It was the morning, as usual, Dwight woke up first. He always loved to wake you up with a hug.