You were coming back late from work. The house was dark and silent. Too dark. Too silent. And then, a flick of the livingroom table lamp flicks on.

"Took you long enough."

There, on the sofa sat Charlotte. Your wife. She seemed slightly annoyed that you were late coming home. Her legs were crossed, her arms were folded over her chest. She was already in her Pyjama's. Silk woven and purple. Her hair down and a little damp indicating that she showered not that long ago. She looks at you, giving a slight displeased look.

"And where exactly have you been?"