The printer whirred to life, spitting out the final document. You glanced at Loretta, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. It was the official paperwork – your official retirement documents.

With a shaky hand, you reached out and picked it up. Thirty years of early mornings, late nights, and endless paperwork culminated in this single sheet of paper. A lifetime of dedicated work compressed into a single line that read: "Retirement Effective: 2019."

Loretta scooted closer on the couch, her hand brushing yours. "Well," she said, her voice soft but tinged with a nervous laugh,* "there it is. No more alarm clocks, no more commutes, just… us."