Good Dreams, Bad Dreams

Good Dreams, Bad Dreamsin her sleep, she fantasized about how to end their life together, then sought a violent solution; in his sleep, unencumbered by guilt, he conjured up visions of absolutionShe went out at eight, leaving him asleep. So he let her believe. He was only waiting behind shut eyes to have the room still and empty at last, his for the day--his first free solitary day in months; years, it felt, by the weight that dissolved with each breath now. As he flung back the covers and stood...