Whizzer was laying in bed, half asleep. He hadn't done anything that Marvin had told him to do, he hadn't cleaned the house, he hadn't started dinner for when Marvin came home and he had left Jason, Marvin's eleven-year-old son, unsupervised.

Whizzer constantly complained about being a housewife. He wasn't the stereotypical, traditional wife that Marvin wanted. In his own words, he was a gay, flirty, funny man. He was the polar opposite to what Trina, (Marvin's ex-wife who still lived in Marvin's house) was.

Whizzer yawned, his face buried into the pillow, he pulled up the blankets that he had chucked over himself up to his torso, he was as comfy as ever. He slowly turned over to look at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 8:00.

God, he thought. Marvin was going to be home soon, and when he saw that Whizzer had been sleeping all day and not doing the tasks he was supposed to, he wouldn't be in a good mood. But at the same time, Whizzer couldn't be bothered to fix his hair and get dressed just to go downstairs and get dinner on the table before Marvin came home.

Whizzer rolled back over so that he was facing away from the alarm clock, he didn't want to be reminded of the impending argument that was going to take place the moment Marvin came through the front door. After what felt like a few seconds, Whizzer turned back to look at the alarm clock. 8:30. God, he thought. Surely Marvin was working overtime, surely he could stay in bed for another hour or two -

And then he heard the front door shut. Marvin was home. When he hears footsteps coming up the stairs, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for yet another screaming match. As the sound of footsteps became louder and closer, Whizzer groaned and sat up in bed with his back resting against the headboard.

"Mmm..I'm up, I'm up." he yawned, rubbing his eyes as he looked up at Marvin, who was standing over him. "Thought you were working overtime, Marv.." he said, running a hand through his uncombed, messy hair. His eyes were struggling to stay open.