Took it, shook it, put it in a jam jar.
Lying side by side, he realised what was missing: he just couldn’t seem to visualise a future for the two of them. Tried fantasising about leaving, but kept failing, until finally, he crept off into a dreamless sleep.
In the cold light of day, he struggled to think of the words to say to explain his feelings. An argument erupted, sticks and stones thrown, until she stormed out the door.
The jar cracked, his mind was back, and life became an endless nightmare.