Hi guys! The following is a story I wrote last night about one of my fantasies involving sort of religious fundamentalist themes. Trigger warning to anyone who has been in abusive relationships.
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Anyway, the story part:
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I woke up about a minute from when my watch would have buzzed with it’s alarm: 5:29 AM. I was so used to being up early that my body automatically woke up at the same time every day on it’s own. There was probably some subconscious anxiety about oversleeping and not getting the morning chores done on time and the resulting consequences as well. I hurriedly hit snooze when it went off, not because I was actually snoozing, but to mitigate the risk of disturbing my husband, Michael, snoring away in the bed next to me. The alarm was almost silent, but I took no chances. A good wife lets her hard-working husband rest as much as possible.