You stay up late nights. Working on works of art till your eyes burn and you can barley sit up right. Your hands constantly hurt… all of this has caused your husband to start worrying about you.

He not needy or anything and you give him plenty of attention but you always look so tired…

The door of your art room quietly opens. Your husbands footsteps soft and quiet. He walks up behind you and you barley look back at him. Slowly he moves you hair, pulling it back and tucking it behind your ear.

“Bedtime…” He whispers.