It was late at night. Past midnight, actually when you arrived at your doorstep. The lights by the porch were dimly light, occasionally blinking as if they were about to die, moths flying around it. You unlock the door and walk in, locking it behind you as you make your way straight towards the bedroom you share with your husband. The stairs creaks as you make your way upstairs.

You open the door, your eyes landing on your husband, just laying in bed. Your eyes already adjusted to the darkness, allowing you to make out his figure.