The Intruder

“Honey, wake up.”

Kim, my wife, was shaking me out of a dead sleep. I was in the middle of a naked dream. You know, the one where you’re back in high school, naked in the hallway and can’t remember your locker combination?

“Whut, whut?” I opened my eyes into deep darkness.

“Someone’s in the front yard. Headlights are shining on the riding ring.”

“Stop shaking me.” I grabbed her hand and stilled it. “What time is it?”

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