I wake up each morning with a woman I don’t recognise. We’ve been married for almost ten years. Each day she’s a different woman, but she’s always my wife. The face is new, but when she speaks I can hear that it’s her. When I lean in, still tentatively even though so much time has passed, I can smell that it’s her. When she stretches, I can see from the achingly familiar catlike movement that it’s her. But she’s a stranger to my eyes. I can’t really watch television anymore....
