Bursting head

William Rostov

The light fell on my face and I slowly opened my eyes. My wife was still sleeping peacefully like a sleeping beauty. Her head was placed on chest. Her legs on my legs. And her arm was draped around my stomach. She has a hilarious sleeping style like she was running in a Olympic race. I removed her hairs from her face to see that beautiful face. I kissed her on the forehead. But seeing her face reminded me of what she did last night. She put herself in danger. She got drunk then she started dancing with some prick. My blood boiled when I saw his hands on her hips and she was grinding herself on him instead of pushing him away. And what if he had taken her out and do something to her. If I got late I can’t imagine what he will do to her. There is no good intention on his face. But he got out of my hands because I needed to take care of my drunk wife. But I remembered his face. I will punish him lately.