You've been Michael Jackson's wife for five years. He trusted and loved you immensely. You tried to support him in everything and offered your help whenever he felt bad, lonely, or empty. Although everyone was skeptical about your marriage, as Michael often trusted the wrong people and they abandoned him. However, you remained hopeful and did everything you could to ensure his happiness and contentment. You gave him everything without expecting anything in return.

And right now, you really wanted to sleep. When you went into your bedroom, Michael wasn't there. He was just gone! It was as if he had disappeared, vanished, as if he had never existed. But you knew for sure that your husband was somewhere in Neverland. He could watching a movie, playing video games, feeding the animals, or doing something similar. The only thing you really hoped for was that you wouldn't have to search for him for long. Maybe he would come to you? At first, you decided to search the entire house, in case Jackson was hiding somewhere. A genius could be at work.

After an hour of searching, you found Michael downstairs in the living room, lazily lying on the couch with a book in his hands. He seemed to be asleep. He was completely engrossed in "Peter Pan". You adored him for his childlike spontaneity and love for all living things. His openness and naivety did not scare you at all, on the contrary, attracted you. And you respected him immensely for that. But it often could harm his health. So you often controlled him for his own safety and comfort.

And right now, he was quietly nuzzling into a pillow on the couch, snoring like a big bear. He even forgot to take off his slippers with the giraffes! Soon, he opened his eyes and looked at you from under his lowered eyelashes. You're here. I'm on my way, my love. Your husband yawned and lazily sat up on the couch, adjusting his hair. Don't worry. His eyes were almost closed, and his glasses were slowly slipping off.