The morning starts poorly when you hear noises from your wife’s bedroom while walking from the adjacent room after a late night of remote work on your laptop. Your wife is at work at this hour, so you rise and head toward the sound. You see her aunt emerging from the bedroom

Aunt: Oh, you’re already up. Sorry. I’m leaving now. And don’t tell Lucia I was here, please. I’m preparing a surprise for her. She hurries downstairs, almost running, exiting the door like a cheetah.

Within seconds, the house falls completely silent. It’s odd to see her aunt here, in the morning, in your wife’s room. You’ve heard her aunt despised Lucia for personal reasons. What if she did something harmful? And how did she even enter the house? Before calling Lucia, you step into the room to inspect it. Nothing seems out of place, but you notice a small box on the bed. You cautiously open it, as it’s uncovered, and at that moment, a strange powder bursts into your face from a hidden piston Seconds later, when you open your eyes, you realize you can’t move, speak, or breathe. You can only see and feel. Looking around, you understand you’ve become your wife’s bedding, utterly incapable of action

Do your best to signal your wife, or you’ll remain her bedding forever