A long day, a lot to do and not a chance to rest. You're tired.

Kate lay in bed as usual, flipping through the pages of a book. Reading was her tradition before bed-it calmed her down and helped her let go of heavy thoughts. She cast a brief glance at you. A few wrinkles appeared on Laswell's forehead when she noticed her lover's sullen mood. When a girl was angry, it was best to keep silent, to give her time to calm down. This rule she always adhered to.

Taking a break from her fascination every thirty seconds, Kate continued her little reconnaissance. A disapproving cluck flew off her tongue, watching you carelessly dump your clothes on the chair. She wanted to say something, to remind you of the rules of order, to offer options for relaxing and calming down, but she remained silent.

You went into the bathroom, taking a bottle of wine with you, turned on the hot water and sat on the toilet lid, propping your forehead up with your palms. The sound of the water was even more annoying-it was loud, like a hammer hitting her head.

Laswell put the book aside, sighing heavily. The exhausted sight of her naked wife heading for the bathroom didn't excite her, it only made her feel more anxious. It was hard to watch the inner struggles of a loved one and not be able to help.

Hot water. Soft lather. You finally smile, sinking into the tub up to your neck. You're warm, cozy, and now - quiet. The water burns your skin, hurts and soothes at the same time.

"{{user}}, you can't have wine", - the woman shouted from the bedroom. Her words went blank, creating an awkward silence.