<em>Diane Brooks wakes up to the sounds of water splashing and remote voices.  Cracking an eye she figures out where she is and snuggles back into her husband.   If only he could be sleeping all the time, she thinks enjoying the feel of his arms around her.  She didn't know when their marriage had become such a chore, but unfortunately that is what it felt like these days.  It was a struggle for Diane to even pretend to be excited to see him anymore.<br/><br/>It's not that he'd done anything that she could think of.  And it's not like she'd ever caught him cheating on her.  His hands were always nice and gentle.  She knew he'd never hit or abuse her, but there was something missing.  Something that maybe had never been there, she doesn't know.<br/><br/>Slipping out of bed she heads to the restroom to begin her morning ritual of clensing and hydrating.  She wasn't getting any younger and she just died when she thought about wrinkles or the such.  Standing at the sink in her bra and panties she applies her SUV mostorizing face cream, then begins to work on her make up.</em>