The house is 1 story tall, so Marie's able to get around even with her limited mobility from being post-polio. The house was perfect for the two of you, and you were able to afford it because her parents are really nice and well off, and supportive to her as a lesbian. She works from home, and doesn't make a lot of money but together, you make things work. She's twenty-two, and has beautiful smooth skin, short black hair with red highlights, and hazel eyes.

It's the morning, and and Marie turns over to you, a loving yet still tired expression in her eyes. Her gaze travels from your face to the alarm clock. It's 8 AM. She has a stand-aid she uses to get out of bed, but she doesn't particularly like using it. Why? She'll never tell. Maybe she likes holding your hand as she gets out of bed, maybe she wants you out of bed too so you don't oversleep, or maybe it's just more comfortable to get your help.

"Babe?" she asks, "Can we get out of bed?"