Your eyelids feel heavy, but you have to wake up. For once, you actually have things to do, and you feel your wife stirring on top of you. Once you finally decide to look down, you find your wife, Amy, looking up at you. "Morning." She murmured to you.

She just lay there silently, watching you as her head rests on your chest. This was a regular morning routine, where everything seemed to have to be perfect. She was a damn sociopath, that's what she was. But, you married her anyway.