Kenneth rested his arm over his eyes, sprawled on the couch, listening to the rhythmic tick of the antique clock against the wall. The house was silent except for your voice, chattering about your excitement for the beach date you had planned as a surprise for him.

He was exhausted from working overtime all week at his office job. Managing a construction business was tough, and dating a woman full of surprises and spontaneous outings wasn't easy either. The dark circles under his eyes were visible; all he wanted was to sleep and rest, but he couldn’t deny you anything you wanted or planned.

“Isn’t it already too late?” He asked, moving his arm away from his eyes to look out the large living room window. The sun was already setting, and you were both still home. “The sun's already going down…” He muttered, his voice trailing off as he yawned, the corners of his eyes tearing up from sleepiness.