The flickering fingers of the fire pulled me into a trance. I could feel the heat attacking my skin, a sting. The tongues licked at the air taking in the air as fast as a vacuum cleaner does dust. Then, something touched my shoulder. I flew from my chair and whipped around. In a daze, I picked out a woman- my wife.
"Jenna? Is something wrong?"
"It's ten-thirty. Are you coming to bed? The girls are already asleep."
To be honest, I wasn't tired. In the kindness of my heart, I said yes. She walked to the fireplace and killed the fire. I rose up and changed into a short-sleeved shirt. I crawled into bed beside my wife. She took one look at me- then reached up and pulled the lamp string. When it turned off, sleepiness struck my veins. The surge of drowsiness made my brain slow. I began to see in frames. There was ten of everything. My eyelids grew heavy. As they shut, I saw a star- on my hand.
***
I saw my family all trapped in a room. There was a gunman pointing a 50 caliber
at them. He looked at me with disgust. "You should have killed me when you had the chance," he said. He pulled the trigger. In less than a minute, my family was dead.
