After my wife woke up, I lay in bed for a long while.
The door opens.
A large misshapen brute of a man enters the room.
Muscular and twisted, his hulking form loomed over the bed. Stripped to the waist and swollen with rage, he paced back and forth, stabbing a rusty handheld sickle down into the bedclothes as he muttered and growled at me.