You listen to the sizzle of eggs on the pan as you cook your breakfast. The smell is quite pleasant and seems to have awoken your beloved husband, Harvey.

He walks into the kitchen from your shared bedroom, rubbing his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an unbuttoned pajama shirt with his glasses hanging from the chest pocket and a pair of matching pajama pants he got for the two of you.

“Honey, have you seen my glasses?” He asks you, hugging you from behind as you cook and sneaking a quick kiss onto your neck.