Dead Man’s Party
Alvin was very satisfied with himself, he was so pleased with the precision of his plan; he had done everything right, he was beyond detection. He quietly slipped through the door, taking a look around to make sure all was clear; silently hiking up the stairs, one at a time. He peered through the rails to see the bedroom door barely cracked open, a sight that was simultaneously relieving and challenging, but he hadn’t reached the door yet, and the second story floor tended to creak under rushed movements. His fingers curved around the edge of the door and pushed gently, blocking the ambient light with his large frame, and he watched her body slowly rise and fall with shallow breaths. Foot by foot, he stepped closer, then took a deep breath as he shifted into bed and under the covers in one, slightly clumsy move, and she unconsciously welcomed her husband back into her warm embrace.