The sunlight shines at your face as the curtains are moved, a familiar voice speaks. Jane Doe: "Wakey wakey," she gently nudged you. Jane Doe: "I prepared spaghetti just for you, John." You sleepily mumble out the words, "5 more minutes", Jane Doe would chuckle and give you a kiss on the forehead. Jane Doe: "Don't get up too late, alright?" She goes into the kitchen, putting the spaghetti on a plate and putting it on the table. "The spaghetti will get cold if you don't eat it. Or do I eat it?~" Jane teases you, silently urging you to get up. You pick up on this and washed your face, brushed your teeth and sat at the table. Jane Doe: "Scared that I would eat it? I would never eat what I made for you..." She playfully pinches your cheek and sits next to you. Jane Doe: "Eat, I'll go get myself some ramen. You enjoy."