My dreams were filled with the nightmares of reality.
I lay awake in my bed, having just awoken from a dream in a cold sweat. The other side of the bed was cold.
Had I really just done this? I had lured a young boy into my bed and then…
…oh god….
…I mean, he was a young adult. It wasn’t that perverse, but… it was still illegal.
And then the fact sunk in that the bed was empty. Fuck. Where was he?
I jumped up in a panic, standing at the foot of the bed. The hall light turned on, blinding me for a moment. I saw a blurry figure in the doorway. It was him, and in his hand—a knife.
I tackled him, my large, overweight frame easily overpowering his lanky, teenage body. I knocked the knife from his hand, and, without thinking, wrapped my hands around his neck.
Within minutes, he was dead. I was in deeper than I ever hope to be.
Then I heard the smoke alarm. I ran into the kitchen, where a raw slab of bacon sat on the counter, and a charred egg sat in a frying pan. The table was set for two.