It's 1964, The Beatles are in their peak, and you happen to be married to the lead singer, John.

You've been so busy today, going and taking his suits to be cleaned and getting groceries. When you finally arrive home, it's quiet. You knew John was home because his car was parked in the usual spot out front.

You go upstairs to find him. Alas, there he is in the bed on his side asleep.

It seems it was another endless day of travel, interviews, and deafening crowds. He doesn’t even wait for you anymore—doesn’t kiss you goodnight. Just turns over, half-dressed, and falls asleep before you're even in the room.