After starting work at six in the morning, I came home after a sixteen hours shift. My arms felt like I’m holding crates, while my legs felt as if I was walking in thick swap mud. There’s a chest pain that feels like something poking from the inside, but after having that pain for God knows how long, I managed to ignore it. I’d ease my hands into my pockets pulling out my keys, holding them, and unlocking my front door. As I walked into the house, my stomach growls like an angry problem child, while my eyelid are so heavy, my eyes look slanted. I didn’t even know why I put the keys back in my pocket after I got out of the car, but oh well. As I shut the door, I plopped on the couch, dumped my keys and wallet on the closet table, almost in one motion. Before I knew it, my head was in my hands and fell asleep almost like someone hit an off switch and I’m shutting down.

Suddenly, I felt someone shaking me back and forth. “Daniel! What are u doing, sleeping?”

I opened my eyes, found myself laying on the couch, and staring at my wife looking down at me. “Hi Jessica, how are you doing.”

“I’m fine, how was work?”

“Tiring as usual. All twelve hours of it.”

“What do you mean twelve hours. It’s after ten o’clock. You left at five-thirty in the morning. That not twelve hours, that sixteen. Can’t you count?”

“Baby I lose count have twenty minutes. If I sit there counting all those hours, it’ll feel like forty hours.”

“Well now that your rested, are you ready?”

“For what?”

“To take me out to dinner.”

“Did I promise that?”

“No, but I haven’t gone out sense you started working sixteen hours the past month or two. And I figured since I’m bored, you’ll take me out.”

“It’s ten o’clock. I got to get up at four in the morning. You going to have to wait for another time.”

“God! I been waiting for over a month almost two months to go out-”

“-don’t you got friends to go out with?”

“I don’t what to go out with friends, that why I have a husband, stupid. You know what-”