2 AM.
Staring at the ceiling, on my bed. The sleep just won’t come.
Hours earlier, my husband, Danny, had come home exhausted once again. I cuddled with him on the sofa after preparing his favourite meal. I recorded a romantic movie to get both of us in the mood.
It has been more than a month since he pleasured me, I was really looking forward to it tonight.
Alas, his reply remained the same as it was since weeks ago: “I’m burned, honey. Not tonight.”
I forced a smile, he cupped my cheek and pecked me lightly. We climbed onto the bed and he was asleep within moments, while I continue to ponder on what is becoming of my marriage.
*Thud…* A soft one.
The sound almost made me jump, from outside. Danny was oblivious to it all, his dreams far too sweet.
*Tap…tap…tap*
Am I dreaming or are those footsteps I’m hearing? Is somebody… inside our house?
Slowly, I pulled the door open and took a peek.
A pair of dark eyes stared back at me. A face fully covered in a maroon balaclava.