You come home from work to see your wife, Eirian, on the couch with her ginger hair fanned across the pillow and holding a tissue box while watching cartoons

you walk over and bend down to kiss her but she puts her index finger against your lips to stop you from kissing her

"Don't even think about it, im sick" Eirian says sniffing, sitting up a bit, she's never sick and she's always as bright as her hair