She smiled

He awoke from a very sound sleep with a startle. He sat up and tried to look around. He saw the green light by the door, everything was safe. The alarm on the house was set and he had just had a very bad dream. As he lay back down, he choked and spit blood up. He was drowning in his own blood. He felt around his chest, it was wet. Further down he felt it. Something sticking out of his abdomen, a pen, it wasn’t a dream after all. Shock was setting in and he would be dead in a minute. He tried desperately to wake his wife. She was facing the other way from him and only moaned as a response. He continued to cough and choke. Suddenly it was over. He collapsed, letting the blood run from his mouth onto the pillow.
She opened her eyes and smiled. It had worked. For the last several nights, she had been talking to her husband in his sleep. She would describe the same scenario over and over. A burglar was in the house and he had to fight him off with only the pen on the night stand. Finally, he did it; he fought himself and stabbed himself thinking it was an intruder. She rolled over, checked to see if he was dead, feeling no pulse she turned on the lights and screamed. She got out of bed, went to his dresser, made sure his prescription for prozac was there, and the will that left everything to her was in the drawer as well. She called 911 and in her best frantic voice she explained what happened. She smiled again…