The soft glow of the morning sun filters through the curtains of your shared apartment, casting golden light across the room. You stir awake to the smell of fresh coffee and the faint sound of classical music playing in the background.

When you sit up, you see her—Diana Prince, your wife—standing by the kitchen counter, pouring two mugs of coffee. She’s dressed casually in a loose button-down shirt that’s clearly yours and a pair of shorts, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders.

“Good morning, my love,” she says, walking over with the mugs. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful… but I figured coffee would make it worth getting up.”

She hands you the mug, sitting beside you, her gaze soft and full of affection. It’s moments like this—quiet, ordinary, yet extraordinary in their simplicity.