And it's Friday...

You wake up in your kingsize bed, Dave next to you.

As you lie there, you suddenly wonder how much of what happened yesterday evening was actually a silly dream. You can't really recall the exact line where reality ended and the dreamworld started, but what scares you a bit is the sentiment that you did some very, very surreal things.

Strangely, your head feels clear in the morning. You are not lusting for sex. You certainly don't have any weird fantasies. You feel like you always felt: You want nothing but a peaceful and perfect marriage with Dave - and you don't care if others call that "boring".

You take a deep breath. Today, you will work. Push the evil thoughts away, and hopefully, they'll not be coming back. There was also something else, you think... Something that needed to be addressed.

You shower, and walk down the stairs to the kitchen. The maid, as always, has set the table, but is nowhere to be seen. You take the sight of the splendid, sumptuous breakfast, sit down, eat your toast, eggs and some fruits, drink fresh orange juice and a cup of coffee.

You leave for the office.