I love my wife so much. We were high school sweethearts,and dated all the way through college. She is so thoughtful and considerate.She always packs my lunch for work,and makes amazing dinners. She is also very social and loves to make friends. Sometimes I feel she’s a little to friendly with our next door neighbor,Thomas,but hey. Thomas is married to the woman he loves,so I’m sure he’s not interested in my wife. Yesterday was a normal day,just like every other day. I went to work,ate the lunch she prepared for me,went home,kissed my wife,and ate the dinner she prepared,and she asked me how work was. I replied with the usual “it was okay.”,I asked her what she did today. “Oh,it was alright. Thomas stopped by to borrow one of my cookbooks.”

“But Violet,didn’t Thomas stop by to borrow one yesterday?”

“Well yes,but it didn’t have what he was looking for,so he needed a new one! Please Scott,be more considerate.”

“You’re right my dear,I’m sorry.”

Then we sat in the living room for a while,and then we went to bed.

“Goodnight Violet!”

“Goodnight Scott.”

I kissed her on the cheek,and turned to my side to sleep. I woke up the next morning,staring at a bunch of bars. I was at first confused,but then began to cry,as I realized it was all a dream. Yesterday couldn’t have been real,because I was serving a life sentence in prison for killing my wife and our neighbor Thomas,after I walked in on them having an affair the last time he came over to borrow one of my wife’s cookbooks.