The Intruder

Not today, but six years ago, peacefully laying in the bed. Sleeping. Dreaming. Smiling. Holding onto my husband’s hand, as I often do when I’m resting. A quiet calm before me. Life is pleasant and good. I’m in a euphoric bliss. Out of the silence of night came a horrific scream. Torment. Pain. Fear. With […]

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