The toothbrush stage.
“Is it time?” He asks, staring down the cup holding her toothbrush and a half used squished bottle of toothpaste.
“I think so,” she whispers. She shakes the cup, leaving a little more room to one side.
“Here I go,” he says, carefully placing his freshly bought toothbrush next to hers.
“It looks wrong,” she says, looking at the two toothbrushes side by side.
“I know hun, but it is necessary.”
“But my toothbrush likes room, it isn’t used to sharing the cup with another one.” She says. He sighs, patting her shoulders gently.
“We all have to make sacrifices, I’m sure your toothbrush will be fine.”