Joachim, wake up ... Old! Awake.
Joaquín slowly open your eyes, taking off after hours of sleep, the strong cold dawn woke him up and took in the face that was right in front of him. It was his wife, and a paler face than usual, this looked directly. The darkness would not let him see his features clearly, only street light that was introduced by the window allowed him to realize that was his wife.
Old man, I hear noises down, go see ... Joaquin, you wake up!
Reluctantly the man rose slowly, growling unintelligible words and groping in the dark looking pants that were lying on the treadmill before going to sleep, felt his legs above the cool fabric of your garment as he put them; his wife always acted as paranoid about any noise, - "this is another one of those" - Joaquin thought grimly.
I swear old, this will be the last time that bother you, but go see. a trancazo in the kitchen was heard as if a cup is broken.
Joaquín nod, since his wife crashed traveling in a taxi, suffered from constant fainting, her nerves had become more crispantes, he was already more than a week without suffering blackouts, but his hysteria had been increasing, always at night she woke excitedly and her husband was the one who had to interrupt his rest reassuringly.
Joaquin came out of the bedroom into the kitchen with his wife told him from the bed:
Old God bless you, I love you.
The man pressed lips and eyelids, as if to enclose inappropriate words and unkind gestures; advanced with slow steps toward where his wife had told him, the cold seemed to follow her bedroom as a shiver ran along the spine of your back. He approached the entrance to the kitchen, fear made him shorten his walk, stopping just when he felt a warm liquid under the soles of your feet.
"Coffee" - thought Joaquin, the liquid on the floor was an elongated stain out of the kitchen, to get closer to the entrance, she watched porcelain pieces scattered around, and close to the largest pieces, revealing the figure was from one hand, his wide eyes continued to see the rest of the body.
On the kitchen floor, she was a woman with pale face and stiff, a stroke had taken her life Joachim's wife, who with a scream of horror, neighbors alerted its macabre discovery.