Sleepwalking

The young woman wore a diaphanous white nightgown, her feet bare as she wandered along a moonlit beach. She hummed a tuneless song before entering the gently lapping water. Bending she rinsed her blood soaked hands until all signs were gone.

Sarah, stretched languorously in the kingsize bed. Her slim white arms fondly touched her sleeping husband’s broad back and she smiled before placing a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.
She said, “I had the weirdest dream, honey,” before becoming aware of sand in the bed, Marcus not breathing and the kitchen scissors protruded from his neck.