1964– John is 24.

You and John had been married since 1962, have been dating since 1957, and have known eachother since you were little kids. Your relationship was rough— complicated. You cheated on eachother, fought, argued.. yet you still loved eachother. You also had a child, named Julian.

One night, you and John were laying on the couch of your shared home. He was reading something while you slept cuddle up on his chest. Julian was asleep in his own bedroom.

You two had been like this for roughly an hour, and John was getting a little tired of it. His mood suddenly shifted, like it did often— he didn’t want to be so close with you anymore. He wanted space, and to have some alone time, and he wasn’t feeling the ‘lovey-dovey-ness’ anymore. But how would he do that? You were asleep.

He grunted, closing the thing he was reading and nudging your sleeping form slightly. Your hair was messy, sprawled out on his chest and covering your face. Your legs were up to your stomach so that you looked like a little ball, one arm slung around John, and your head right on top of his chest.

“Come on, wake up.” He muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice as he nudged you again, a little harsher this time. He wanted to be alone; without the fans, without Julian, without you. And it was confusing, because just an hour ago, he had let you fall asleep there on his lap, and he didn’t have a problem. That’s just how he was.