I grabbed my phone, which was right beside the bed, on the table, and stared at it, “5:15 AM,” it said.
“Fuck! Man. Not again. I still have 15 minutes before she wakes me up.”
“Have to rely on your fake-sleep tactics again,” my inner voice whispered.
I moved a little towards her, wrapped myself into her arms, and fell asleep. Or rather pretended to fall asleep. A few more stolen moments of dozing with the person I was married to.
She hit the snooze button. I was still unmoved. You see, I dived so deep into the character.
“Hon. Wake up,” she whispered into my ear, brushing her lips against my cheek, tracing the line of my cheekbone.
“Baby,” she said again, a little louder, caressing my hair.
“Hmmm,” I muttered.
“Wake up. We have to hit the gym."