OMNISCIENT POV
WEDNESDAY. FEBRUARY 6, 2019.
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Stepping out of her shower, Janet wrapped her towel around herself and walked over to her sink, jumping right into her morning routine. She had woken up a little past her normal time, due to her alarm clock being delayed. Brushing her teeth, she took the towel from around her hair, causing it to fall past her shoulders, a little down her back, letting it air dry. Pushing it behind her shoulder, she leaned down and spit out the toothpaste, picking up a cup of mouth washed, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting. Cheesing in the mirror, she checked to see if she had missed any spots before she began to floss, licking at her teeth. Finishing up, she placed the string into the trash and got her stuff ready to wash her face.
Dwayne lied on his side of the bed, tossing and turning. It had been a few days since his sleeping complications started, causing him to not be able to control his irritation. Flipping on his back, he closed his eyes and attempted to drown out the noise in the bathroom. Nothing seemed to work.
He sat up and sucked his teeth, yanking the covers off of his hot body. Swinging his feet to the side of the bed, he gently placed them on the ground. "Janet, turn the damn water off. I told you about that.." He fusses, rubbing his good eye.
Janet turned around to look at him, closing the bathroom door. Rolling his eyes, he got up from the bed, stretching his aching body. Limping out of the room, he went to the guest's bathroom to urinate, washing his hands after.
Walking back into the room, Janet was finishing up with her face, rinsing off the suds. She used her towel to pat her face dry before she turned off the light, walking out. Grabbing her body oil and perfumes, she went to her side of the bed and began to dry off her body, sitting the items down on her night stand. As she did, Dwayne looked at her for a split second before shaking his head, sitting down, facing his back to her.
Sighing, Janet looked down at her body and covered herself back up. "Good morning.."
"Morning," He responded, nonchalantly.
Janet took it, unwrapping the towel from her damp body. "How did you sleep, last night?" She asks, pouring some of the oil on her palms.
"Eh.." He sighed, rubbing his head.
Janet gave a sympathetic look, putting her leg up on the bed. "I can call in a refill for your pain killers, if you want.." She suggests. Not saying anything, Dwayne laid back down in the bed and pulled the covers to his neck, grabbing his phone.
Janet sighed, again, rubbing the oil onto her legs and arms before sliding on her undergarments. She was just trying to be a good wife.
Clipping her bra together, she turned it around and pulled it up, grabbing her watch from the night stand. She began to get dressed as she occasionally checked her watch for the time. When she had on her entire outfit, she cuffed the sleeves of her shirt and tucked them just enough, walking around the bed.
Passing Dwayne, he took his eyes from his phone and watched her. Seeing what she had on, his eyebrows knitted together. "Where are you going with that short skirt on?" He asks, looking at her from behind. "That is way too tight,"
Janet bent down to grab her heels, stepping into them, walking in the bathroom. "It's not too tight and it's not short. When I walk, it rises," She says, pulling it down in the back, going under the sink to grab things for her hair. "I've worn this skirt before and you seemed to not have a problem,"
"Well, I have a problem with it, now. You've gained a good amount of weight since the last time you've worn that skirt. It draws attention to your ass and I'm not having that. Change your bottoms,"
