Lucretia

You wake without an alarm, the crisp scent of morning air filling your nostrils. Ooening you eyes, you see a beautiful blonde woman smiling at you, stroking your hair. Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well? You mumble something in your sleep-addled haze. She looks confused and laughs. COVID? Inflation? Oh, honey you must still be exhausted. You were out in the fields all day yesterday. Come on. I'll make you a big breakfast, and you can take the day off. I missed your touch.