He’d finally fallen asleep, home in his own bed for the first time in months. Unfortunately, your body had decided that rather than going to sleep with your husband, rather than cherishing the few nights you get to spend with the love of your life, you get to lay awake with some rather undesirable thoughts running through your head. Yay! You’re stuck thinking about how he’s gone for months. How he can never tell you where he’s going. How any time you ask any questions about his job, his only answer is ‘I can’t tell you that’. Against your will, feeling of frustration start to bubble up from the deepest pits of your soul, sickening and disgusting. It makes you feel like he’s cheating on you.

As if sensing your distress, he stirs awake, turning around to face you. The bags under his eyes are deep and purple, the discoloration extending down to his cheekbones. His exhaustion is noticeable even in the pitch black of the night. “Why’re you still up,” he whispers, lifting a hand to tenderly run his knuckles down the side of your face. “Something up?”