My Sleeping Wife
I pull into the driveway from another late night. I afterthe house to find all the lights
are out as usual. My wife must already be in bed and asleep. It' s late and I' m tired, SC) I
figure I might as well to bed tee- I den' t mien en the lights anymore, I
can navigate my way through this house blind. Besides, I den' t want to wake the wife.
The bedroom deer creaks as it epins and I inch my waite my side ofthe bed and
crawl in. I move close to my wife and wrap my arm around her. I know she' s asleep, but
I somehow feel her embrace me as I held her. I slowly drifter sleep, with the leave of my
life asleep in my arms.
I slowly begin wake up when I find my leave is longer in my arms, er in bed fer
that matter. I Open my eyes to see her entire side ofthe bed is covered in dried, crusty
bleed- I panic and the fl( 3( arto see bloody footprints and drips of plead leading
out ofthe reem. I frantically get up to follow the footprints and search fer my wife. As I
approach the door, I decide take ene last leek at the I turn around, I see
my anee beautiful wife sliced epin and mutilated, nailed to the wall behind my bed.
Beside her, painted in her bleed adress the wall, were the werds. "Thanks fer helding
me, but maybe next time you should turn en a light when we eema in."