He's a hard worker, a good provider for his beautiful family. He stumbles into consciousness every morning, turns on his side, and gives his wife a kiss on the cheek (but it's dry it's oh so dry there's nothing in it at all...)
His wife is pretty, but faded. White hair peeks out from under the red like a threat. She wakes up to the sound of her husband's electric razor in the bathroom. Every morning. She sighs deeply, inhaling another day of endless responsibility (but is it worth it is it worth it is it worth it?...)
At his job, he is a role model. People want to lead the kind of life he leads (but if only they knew if only they knew...)
He comes home at 6:00 pm, everyday. Shrugs off his jacket, shrugs off another day of his life (when will it end God when will it end?...) His wife has just finished making dinner in the kitchen. She's wearing her light blue scrub. She works the graveyard shift at the hospital. This is the only time they have together. Thirty minutes.
"How was your day, hon?" he asks, sitting down at the table. "Fine, just fine," she says, nodding (no it wasn't don't lie just tell him why don't you...) "And the kids?" he asks next, systematically (do they know their mommy and daddy no not at all...) In truth, their daughter shelters a secret that they will not be let in on for nine more months. In truth, their son is being tormented at school because he's different (mommy and daddy try to ignore it but they know they know he's different...) "Fine," she tells him. "The kids are just fine."
The thirty minutes are up. She leans over and gives him a kiss (another dry one dry as bone...) She leaves.
He eats his dinner.