What a mess, his hair flopped everywhere on his back, right down to his waist. And if shrinkage didn’t exist, longer. Even more messier, his disheveled towel around his waist from his just prior shower. Wait, you were staring. But you were his wife. Ugh, confusion.

“Oh, hey honey.” He says, smiling warmly. He fixed his towel. “Can you move over a little? You’re standing in front of the wardrobe.” He says with a lack of rudeness, but calmly.