The following is a mostly true story.
Through the darkness the lights on the stove shined, 2,5,4. Almost 3am. I climbed the 6 steps to the landing and made a right turn. The wood on the remaining 9 stairs chilled my feet as I strode upward. The flashing green light on the television lit my 7 paces along the soft carpet. I climbed into bed. She was awake too. I had to be at work at 8. I needed sleep. Just 1 time I'd like to slumber through the night.
An evil thought entered my psyche. I'll be quick about it I told myself.
My left hand slowly slithered along the top of the covers. I slid it across her torso and stretched it towards her neck. My fingers settled on her throat.
"Swing and a miss," I said.
"Swing and a miss," she echoed.
Congrats on World Series victory number 10 St. Louis Cardinals. Even though I saw too many commercials through it all. :-)