He turned in his sleep and the white light woke him up. The television was on.
“Stupid woman!” he mumbled, still half asleep before stumbling out and remembering it cant be Rosa. She was lying in the ravine outside the town.
He staggered into the drawing room, still groggy and almost asleep. Her favorite late night show was running. She was sitting on the sofa, in semi darkness.
He pinched himself hard but she did not disappeared, nor did he woke up.
She got up… “You ruined my favorite dress!” she hissed. Her pink pyjama was covered in blood.