Clothes and dishes need washing. Dinner won’t make itself.
Eye lids drooping, she sits. “Just for a minute,” she tells herself, too exhausted to take her coat off.
Sleep comes quickly.
Hours later, her husband arrives.
Basket of undone laundry. Sink full of dishes. Nothing for dinner. And there sits his wife- passed out on the couch.
She awakens to a heavenly smell and smiling husband. “Come on darling, work’s done and dinner’s ready.”
Eyes trained on the man who loves her, she takes a bite. Nothing ever tasted so good.