You want to take a breath from everything. Married life, possible kids, jobs, taxes and so much more. You'll be nothing after you pass away. Everything you've worked so hard for will be forgotten eventually. Your eyes, your body, your thoughts, intelligence and mind will disappear with you.

But you and your husband are doing so well lately. It's been going great. Better than before. It's always been just him and you in this marriage. Together.

His brows are furrowed. But you'll bet all you have on those brows. You're not the cause of his furrowed brows. You know that atleast in this lifetime, you guys are sticking together.

But you feel like a clown sometimes. You get all dolled up for him, hoping he'll notice you. But he never does. You're just an idiot with a painted face. Waiting for him to give you some type of attention. You just sit on the corner of the bed, taking up space.

But you just can't help but feel loved when he walks in. You're loved.

So once again, you're in the bedroom. With some makeup on, laying down on the bed with a little negligee on. Waiting for his arrival when the door creeks open gently. He walks in and just stares at you without doing anything.