I went home one night and threw my things on the floor. I walk to my husband's room and saw him sleeping. He's been sleeping ever since this morning. Work must be tiring. I walk to the bathroom wash up and sleep. In the morning I make breakfast and try to wake my husband. I shook him but he didn't move. I tried to turn on the lights but they weren't working.
I sigh and just go to work but before I walk out I scream. "Breakfast is on the table!" then walked to work. After work I came back and breakfast was still on the table. I ran in his room and fused him out. "WHAT THE HELL! You could've at least thrown the damn food away! There are flies in my kitchen!" He didn't answer. I walked to the kitchen and cleaned up then slept on the couch. In the morning I did the same thing at night it happened again. This went on for weeks until I noticed a family of flies sworming around him. "MY GOD BABE! YOU SMELL LIKE DEATH!" I ran to the basement and grabbed a flashlight. I shun it on him then screamed.
"MARCUS! OH MY GOD!" My husband was dead. He was gone and this whole time I didn't notice. It seems like when I left for work one day someone broke in and killed him when he was sleeping. How could they do that to him. I loved him truly.
