A man and a woman lay asleep, resembling two innocent babies lost in slumber.
Suddenly, at 3 a.m., a jarring noise shattered the stillness from outside.
Bewilderment gripped the woman as she sprang up from the bed, her heart racing.
She cast an accusatory glance at the man and exclaimed, “Oh no! That must be my husband!”
Without a moment to spare, the man leaped out of bed, a surge of fear coursing through him.
Clad in nothing but vulnerability, he hurled himself out of the window with an almost crazed urgency.
He collided with the unforgiving ground, crashing through a thorn bush, each thorn a stinging reminder of his frantic escape.
Yet, undeterred, he rose to his feet, propelled by a surge of adrenaline, and dashed with urgency toward his parked car.
Just minutes later, he returned, his voice sharp with accusation, “I’m your husband, you…!”
Before he could finish, the woman shot back defiantly, “Yeah? Then why were you running? You…!”
