Strange Dream

The young woman, wearing only a diaphanous white nightgown, wandered barefoot along a moonlit beach. She dipped her feet into the gently lapping water before stooping to rinse her blood soaked hands, until all signs were gone.

Sarah, stretched languorously in the kingsize bed. Fondly, her slim white hand touched her sleeping husband’s broad back. She smiled before placing a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.
“I had the weirdest dream, honey,” she murmured quietly, unsure if he could hear, before becoming aware of sand in the bed, But Marcus wasn’t breathing and the kitchen scissors protruded from his neck.