[ WP ] You come home after a long day at work , shower and eat . You get into bed and start sleeping , but as you roll over , you feel someone 's in the bed with you . You live alone .

Susan locked the front door of her apartment and slid out of her heels. She was so glad to finally be home from such a strenuous day at the office. Her feet hurt, her hands hurt, and her head hurt. All she wanted was some quick mac and cheese and a nice long sleep. 
 
 After putting a container in the microwave she looked around her home. Something about it looked a little off. She couldn ’ t place her finger on what it was, but there was for sure something different. The placement of furniture seemed to have changed some, and she didn ’ t remember buying any beer. She placed her hand on her head and messaged her temples. Work really was starting to get to her, but that ’ s what exhaustion will do to someone. 
 
 The microwave dinged and she quickly removed the cheesy goodness and devoured it. The quicker she was in bed the better. Walking into the bathroom she stripped down to her underwear and walked into bed. She slipped into the covers and started to snuggle up when she felt a warm presence next to her. 
 
 Without turning around, she brushed her hand up something that felt large and harry. It felt sort of like a man ’ s leg. Her heart began to race as she turned over to see a dark haired man sleeping in her bed. 
 
 She quickly sprang out of her sheets and instantly started shouting, “ Who the hell are you? I ’ m calling the cops! Get out of my house, you sicko! ” 
 
 The man tossed and turned and slowly came to be alert. “ Sue, it ’ s okay, it ’ s okay. Calm down. ” 
 
 Susan was surprised at the man ’ s temperament. “ Calm down? Who the hell are you? How do you know who I am? ” While keeping her eyes focused on the stranger, she reached into her purse and grabbed a canister of pepper spray. “ If you make any rash moves, I ’ m going to blind you. ” 
 
 The man put his arms up into the air and said, “ Slow down there, cowgirl. I ’ m not going to hurt you. ” 
 
 Susan couldn ’ t help but to be in awe of this creep. He was calm, why was he so calm? 
 
 “ Sue… I ’ m your husband, ” the man said, holding up his left hand. 
 
 “ You ’ re not my husband! I don ’ t even have a boyfriend! ” 
 
 “ Sue, honey, look at my hand. ” 
 
 Susan leaned in and saw the wedding band that was on his ring finger. “ S-so? ” 
 
 “ Now look at your hand, ” the man said. 
 
 Susan kept the pepper spray pointed in the man ’ s direction and looked at the large diamond that was on her finger. “ H-how did that- “ 
 
 “ Sue, I ’ m Jerry. Your husband, ” he said, letting out a large sigh he then continued, “ Follow me into the kitchen. ” 
 
 Jerry got up and moved towards the doorway, making sure to keep his distance from Susan. She wasn ’ t sure if she could trust him, and against her better judgment, she followed him. He stood in the kitchen and pointed at a picture that hung on the fridge. 
 
 “ Look, there ’ s us at our wedding day. Me, you, Link, and Kathy, ” Jerry said. 
 
 “ Bullshit, ” Susan protested as she grabbed the picture. Sure enough though, it was her and her sister, along with two strange men. “ How did I- “ 
 
 Jerry sat down at the table as tears began to well up in his eyes and said, “ Sue, you have early onset dementia. ” 
 
 “ I what? No I don ’ t, ” she hastily replied. Looking at the man ’ s face brought great sadness to her though. The look of desperation and loneliness and his eyes really made her feel bad. What if he wasn ’ t lying? She sat down next to him and said, “ Please don ’ t cry… ” she struggled to remember the man ’ s name, “ Don ’ t cry… ” 
 
 “ Jerry, ” he said, with tears now streaming down his face. 
 
 “ Jerry, yes I… ” suddenly she realized that she did know this man, “ You ’ re that guy I had English with my junior year of college! ” 
 
 Jerry grabbed her hands tightly and said, “ That was a long time ago, we ’ ve been married for five years now. ” 
 
 He seemed so sure of what he was saying, but she just couldn ’ t believe him. “ I-I ’ m sorry, but, ” she slipped away from his grasp and walked into the bathroom. Putting on her clothing she headed towards the front door, “ I just need time to think. ” She slipped on her heels and left. 
 
 Jerry wanted to just let her leave; it was too painful to see the woman he loved reduced to such a sad state. If he let her go then she would probably get picked up and sent to a ward, but he still cared too much to allow that to happen. 
 
 Quickly throwing on a coat and some pants he followed her out into the night, knowing that she would return home from work at any minute. 

