I have a confession. A rather odd concession. The other day, when the world was asleep. I slipped into Lauren’s house without a peep. The stairs weren’t too steep. They didn’t let out anything, not even a creak. The house did not stir. The Roomba did not whir. I slunk over to her bed. My heart filled with dread. Simply put, I wanted her dead. So I picked up a pillow. And this part, well, I went kind of slow. Placed it over her face. Careful not to leave any trace. Her life was in my hand. Just as I had foreplanned. Then without a second thought. I made her heart stop. Leaving like a fog. Barely breaking a jog!