his rarely-silent wife

-You are quiet today,- said my husband at dinner.

Quiet? Really?

I was happy when I got home, I’m always happy when I get home.

While I was fixing the dinner, Daniel lit a fire in the fireplace. He talked about the news and how his day had gone.

We were having dinner, and I could feel my face turning pink. The skin began to breathe after wearing the mask for a whole day.

At the same time, the energy was draining away, and the fatigue was slowly accumulating.

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