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Sarah awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring, the harsh buzzing penetrating through the fog of sleep that clouded her mind. She reached out and slapped the snooze button, nestling back into the warm embrace of her pillow.

 

Beside her, Mark stirred, his arm flopping onto her stomach in a half-asleep gesture of affection. Sarah sighed, carefully extracting herself from his grasp and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Another day, another dollar.

 

She padded to the bathroom, flipping on the harsh fluorescent light and blinking against the sudden brightness. In the mirror, her reflection stared back at her - tired eyes, slumped shoulders, a body that had seen better days. Thirty-five years of marriage and four children had taken their toll, and it showed.

 

Sarah went through the motions of her morning routine, splashing water on her face, brushing her teeth, running a comb through her tangled hair. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again and sighed. When was the last time Mark had even looked at her with desire? When was the last time they'd had sex that wasn't quick and perfunctory, barely more than a task to be completed?

 

As she pulled on her robe and made her way downstairs, Sarah couldn't help but reflect on their sex life. Or lack thereof. It seemed like all they ever did was go through the motions, like two actors playing out a tired script. The passion, the excitement, the raw animal desire that had once consumed them - it was all gone, replaced by a dull, mechanical routine.

 

Sarah started the coffee maker and set about preparing breakfast for the kids, her mind wandering to happier times. The early days of their relationship, when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. The honeymoon, where they'd made love on the beach under the moonlight. The years of sneaking off for quickies in the closet or the laundry room, too horny to wait until they were alone.

 

But somewhere along the way, it had all fizzled out. The kids had come, followed by the long hours at work and the endless cycle of chores and responsibilities. Sex had become an afterthought, something to be squeezed in between doctor's appointments and grocery shopping.

 

Sarah heard Mark's footsteps on the stairs and braced herself for another day of polite conversation and forced smiles. They ate breakfast in near silence, the only sounds the clink of silverware against ceramic and the occasional sip of coffee.

 

As Sarah cleared the table, Mark cleared his throat, a nervous look on his face. "Sarah, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about," he said, his voice hesitant.

 

Sarah turned to face him, her eyebrows raised in question. "What is it?"

 

Mark took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "I...I know

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