Night Terrors

He tucked me into bed and told me goodnight. He turned out the lights, gently shut the door, and walked through the hall. I hear as he and her share a soft giggle and shut their own door.

I begin to shudder softly, almost let out a tear as dread begins to wash over me. I find myself needing her presence more than ever. She makes me feel safe, protected, like my own mother. Hell, I'll even take his company at this point, anything to make this mind shattering paranoia go away.

All thoughts of their company are quickly stolen from me, warped by the sounds of the bed creaking, soft moaning, the few but seemingly never far between loud claps of flesh and thuds against the wall. It’s a familiar sound, but one that's made that much more distressing by the fact that it is these two. I mean, I barely even know this guy.

They think I'm not smart enough to understand what's going on, that my brain doesn’t function on that level at this time. But they’re wrong. They’ll care for me tomorrow all the same as if the thought doesn’t pervade the entirety of my being.

See, that's the cruelest joke God ever played on me. Leaving me completely paralyzed to the point of mutism, but lucid enough mentally to watch my wife move on.