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Sweet Dreams

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It started when my wife forgot my birthday. Normally people wouldn't find it to be at all suspicious, but my wife was the type who never forgets a thing. She writes everything down, even the things that she knows she would never forget - it was just a habit that she had that kept her on track. So when she completely forgot my birthday, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to it.

Alice and I have lived together in the same house for about two years now. We were married only a few months before we bought the house and thought it was just perfect so, even though it was slightly out of our price range, we decided to make it work and buy the house before someone else did. We did our research on it and made sure there was nothing crazy going in the house - no murders or anything, as silly as that sounds. It's not so silly anymore as I write this.

Anyway, the house was perfect, with a nice backyard that led into a gorgeous green forest. Neither of us could wait until it snowed because we thought that it would look like something out of a Robert Frost poem when it did. And when the snow eventually came down, it was just like we imagined. Perfect.

Now, with an older house, like ours, comes some issues. Nothing that I couldn't ever handle, but lots of little creaks and noises, a loose floorboard here and there or a leaking pipe, so I was regularly keeping up with my housework when I wasn't in the office. We were lucky enough that I had landed a great job out of college and after being there for a few years, I was making enough money that Alice could stay at home. She kept the house wonderfully clean, did all of our shopping, and became quite the housewife. I liked the way things were going these last two years, and I don't think I could have asked for anything more.

It was only a few weeks ago that I started to think that something was wrong. Like I said, I began to wonder when I woke up, on my birthday, and noticed Alice was already awake. I went downstairs, expecting a hug and kiss, which I did receive, but no "Happy birthday" or anything special for breakfast. I didn't bring it up, thinking 'Maybe she has something planned for later'. But later came and went, and there was nothing. I went to work, came home, and everything was just like any other day. I even double checked the calendar to make sure I wasn't losing it. It was definitely my birthday.

I never brought it up to her because I didn't want her to feel bad. I figured she would realize it eventually. But she didn't.

I started noticing a few little things that were "off" about her. It wasn't just her memory either. It was a break in her patterns. Silly things like the time which she woke up in the morning. I was always up first, but now she has been waking up at ridiculous hours of the morning - like, four AM - which is just not her character. I used to have to fight her to get up. Her appetite changed. She was now eating more and even taking food from the table and I'm guessing she was eating during the evening or something. There was never any leftovers in the fridge the next morning. And then there was the sex. I don't want to write out details about it, but it was insane. Nightly.

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