I was so tired. I had a long night. I unlocked the front door and dragged my feet inside.

My heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways as I made my way to the bedroom. I quietly entered.

I froze when one of the bed sconces flickered on. I looked over my shoulder to see my wife, in that distracting nighty, glare at me. I was covered in blood.

“Turn the light off.”

I huffed, closing the balcony curtains.

“Such perfect attire for the world to see…” I said sarcastically.