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....