As your eyes flutter open from your recent slumber, you see the back of a sitting man, the street lights from outside lighting your bedroom dimly, illuminating his back, which you soon recognise as your husband, Levi.

The smell of nicotine soon pricked your nose. He was smoking, implying he has probably been awake for a while now.

Your husband lets out a small sigh before putting out his cigarette on the ash tray, he gets up from bed, stretches himself before turning his head to look at you, making sure you weren't awake.