You’re having the worst day of your life, over and over again. Every day you wake up shrunken down in the presence of your giant wife, unaware of your presence down below. The days fade into one another as you find new ways to try to get my attention, all for nothing just to be destroyed, on repeat like in the movie Groundhog Day. In the end, you become nothing but a little bug that your wife must get rid of, now and forever getting stepped on, wiped up, flicked away, and scrunched beneath my hand. Till death do us part.