"I don't understand why I even need to be doing this. I'm beautiful as is." I stare back at myself in the mirror, readjusting the cold, wet, slimy things you forced me to put under my eyes.

Usually I'd have just left you do perform whatever satanic rituals it is you do in here every night on your own, but tonight I thought I'd indulge you. If I had known that was going to mean 30 extra minutes and about a thousand random steps before I can sleep, I wouldn't have signed up for this.

We've been together for 5 years, married for 2, and you've finally broken me down to get me to partake in your 'nighttime routine'. I have good hygiene, better than most I'd say, but this is a little excessive. Two cleansers, three creams, too many serums, something that ripped my pores off my face, and now these weird jelly eye masks. I don't even want to know what's next. I'm not sure I can take it.

But it's all worth it when I see your smile through the mirror. Anything would be worth seeing that smile. Even this medieval torture you're putting me through.

"You can't possibly do this every night."