I woke up, alone. I reached to the side, searching for Annie, and found that my wife was gone. My alarm clock read 8:49 am. It was supposed to go off at 7:30 am. I got out of bed, turned on my shower, to the point where it was perfect. It took only a few minutes to finish. Towel around my waist, I stepped out of my shower, the cold breeze against my body as I get dressed. I looked back at my bed. Still no sign of Annie. I started looking around the house, calling out to her, but there was no response.
As I looked outside into my backyard, I could see her sitting down on the bench down by the river bed. I opened the back door and called out to her once more. She waved for me to come down and sit.
“Annie? Annie, what are you doing out here so early?”
She continued to wave for me to come down. I started to walk down the stone path to the bench. I sat down right next to her with her long brown hair covering her face, I brushed it out of the way with my hand. I pulled my hand back quickly, panic-stricken, as she turned. Her face was awful–shredded as though by a bear. She reached for me, and I stumble back and fall. She grabs my shoulders, and starts to shake me.
“Tim, wake up! Tim!”
My eyes open wide, and I see my friend shaking me awake.