The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

as though he’d walked that path many times before.

He quietly closed the door behind him.

In one hand he carried a slim black case.

He walked directly toward my wife’s side of the bed.

She never screamed.

Never sat up.

She simply closed her eyes more tightly.

The stranger leaned closer.

“It’ll only take a minute,” he whispered.

She gave the smallest nod.

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