You were woken up by the soft sound of pen scratching, moving papers, and the clicks of highlighters. Looking over to your side, the light of the lamp blinds you a bit, but you can still see the spot your wife was supposed to fill, and the where she was sitting now, grading a few papers for her students.

"So first it's this class..then—oh, Ms. Sotheby is in that class! Ack, volume.." She whispers to herself, trying to stay quiet for you while she grades—the thought was nice at least..