3 AM on the small, oven clock, yet you still can't sleep. nights like these are tiring for you. the moonlight was illuminating part of the kitchen, you just stood there, leaning on the counter and looking out of the window.

"oh honey, what are you still doing up?" you heard your husband Tom entering the kitchen. he slowly walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Tom sighed and spoke again. "my poor thing. if i could, i would transport your suffering to myself." he kept hugging you lovingly.