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Ethan woke up. The vision awaiting him, left him short of words.

His wife stood in front of the room mirror, her back turned to face him, as her eyes gazed deeply at the mirror, while she admired herself.

Her instinct told her that her husband had woken up.

"Agnes," Ethan called out to her, slowly and lovingly.

"Good morning," she said, turning to face him.

"Good morning to you too, my darling wife," he said, pretending to admire her beauty.

She looked like a heavenly apparition.. a radiant silhouette, with the moon behind her.

Sincerely, Ethan felt widely drawn to her... More than to any woman in his life.

Quietly he sat up and removed the blanket covering his body. There must be an explanation for him, he thought. He climbed out of the bed and walked to his wife, who was beaming with smile.

Why did she look more than excited to see him, like it were her first time to see him?

"Finally you woke up," she said in a coy whisper. "Finally."

He shaked his head in a confused way. "Is the