Comhroinn Fuaime

“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… sometimes it’s not the person behind you.” 2:49 a.m. I’m lying in bed. On my side. My wife… is behind me. I can feel her watching me. She’s always a night owl— but tonight… something feels wrong. 3:03 a.m. She moves closer. Her hand touches my neck. Cold. Too cold. I want to turn around— but I can’t. 3:13 a.m. She’s right behind me now. I can feel her breath. It smells… rotten. Then something presses against my back. Not sharp. Bu