The darkness cast shadows the moon light within the bedroom. An unsuspected orgin of events began to unfold, before the sun crested the darkness at the edge of the earth. All things calculated to the end of life. Leaving a trend of unanswered questions. Sarah Rogers undressed and changed into a black teddy, it was her fifteenth wedding anniversary, the elegant foreplay began between her and husband Tom Rogers. The festive evening turned into passion and compressed two human figures into a solid object of love. The splendor of it all ended a soft warm occassion of two lovers smiling and holding each other. Sleep over took the lovers and the fifteenth year wedding anniversary. Thomas Rogers curled in and around soft satin sheets. He slept from the passionate hours of love. The body muscles weak and exhausted from the power of sex, he began to stir and stretch the arms and back, waking up from a deep exhaustive slee, fingers rubbing the eyes and forehead, feeling around for a pair of glasses to focus with, the ahnds felt the horn rimmed glasses near the edge of the nightstand. The blurred vision was a blind sensation without the glasses. The focus of light offered a clear comfort to the eyes. Turning the attention in a direction, time to kiss her and tease her emotions. He adjusted the glasses to focus on her body. Turned to kiss Sarah, unprepared to confort the pale skin and cold dampness of his dead wife. Shock forced him to reel backward. Palms of the hands tried to push away the body. Trembling knees and weakness from the sick sensation to vomit almost came over him as he slid back and get out of bed. Sarah's body lay unconscious and motionless on the queen size bed, curled up in a natural state of sleep with her back to him. Tip toeing over to the other side of the bed, in death he was trying not to disturb her sleep. Knowing Sarah loved to sleep in on her day off. It was natural to see her eyes closed. She was surreal in her death. Except for being motionlesss and not breathing, death came to claim her soul. Thomas Rogers horrified at the sight of pale skin after carefully examining her, he almost panic. But a voice inside spoke and calmed the raging emotions. It stoped him from having the urge to jump up and run away from Sarah. He needed to get help for her. Instinct to survive the sight of his lifeless wife was pushing him to find help. Before it was too late. An attempt spent trying to revive her was wasted. She wasn't going to respond to the attempts from CPR. Sitting back on his heals, his palms rubbing the thighs and staring directly at Sarah. Tears streamed down the outer edges of the eyes to the cheeks. He prayed for vindication from her death. No valid reason for him to commit the murder of his wife. Except for the fact he discovered dried blood, covered his hands, arms, and a knife on the floor. Why was the question and how? A second shock to the system as he whispered the questions. How would he be able to explain the unexplainable problem? Which was the blood on his ahnds and the knife. He thought, what if he washed the blood away and hid the knife? How would anyone find it. No, the forensics team would discover the blood in the sink or whatever he did with it. Realizing the situation was impossible to hide. Next problem was unbelievable. He observed his wife's body. It was impossible or magic. Not one ounce of blood or stab wounds in her body. Nothing covered the bed or bedroom, why? It was an illusion. A simple vision to the human eye, no blood no crime. How does a six feet tall man have blood on his hands and knife? Yet, the police have no crime or motive to murder. All that was left, a grueling long session of questions inside of a room with the police. Having no memory of the events that lead up to the death of Sarah was proof he did nothing wrong.
The storm gathering death death began to cloud the air within the bedroom. The unknown or unexpected death would bring an investigation. The 911 emergencey phone call would provide the beginning details into his wife's death and help. Tom Rogers knew it would produce a swarm of police officers and flashing red lights to surround his home.
Neighborhood silently standing and observing and whispering gossip about his guilt and the unanswered questions arouse the thoughts and emotions of being handcuffed and hauled away and charged with murder.
Voices echoed and swirled around inside of his thoughts and the eyes of police offices passing judgment and asking questions. Homicide detectives poking around and being the only investigators, searching the entire house and leaving everything a mess, nothing within life left unturned.
Only one question is natural as every day life. Was it natural or unnatural cause of death? Sum of all reasons, trying to understand why she died and the reason, for Thomas Rogers there was no answer. Why is the universal question? He was left to imagine it in a time of depression. Searching ones faith in God, others are a moment of desperation. For what ever reason the season in time of occurance, the forensics is a development of factors in time. The expert testing the cause of death can manipulate the out come. One can only hope, it is the sincere truth. The final judgment is guilty or innocence.
Confused and dazed Thomas Rogers crawled from around the edge of the bed. After one last attempt to revive her from death, the attempted effort was wasted. Shying away from Sarah Rogers, sorting out the visions of passion and love, the last night of romantic notions and emotions. Faded into an unexplainable blur and hopeless thoughts to why? It compelled him to kiss his wife one more time. The erie cold flesh of death became forbidding and he stood away from her. Compassion stirred him to lift her, it wasn't natural to refuse to lift and move her body into a position of love anf hope. Awkward at thinking it was possible made him realize, she was dead.
Confused about the lifeless woman on the bed, being of sound mind, no way to understand the fate or death of his wife. Turning around in a circular motion, searching the nightstand and floor trying to locate the phone. It had fallen off onrto the floor, what if someone called? A vague thought he questioned, why the phone was on the floor? The day before it was on the nightstand. All the unexplainable events from the time he slept, occurred and no possible way to remember,. An index finger un-consciously dialed 911, the emergency number. A voice calm and momtone answered the call. "911 operator, what is your emergency?"
"My wife...isn't breathing...pleae...help!" The urgency of trying to explain his wife's death forced the vocal chords to strain and crack. Regaining the composure to talk, forcing back tears long enough to continue the plea for help.
"Ok, sir, stay calm, are you sure?"
"Yes, I am afraid...she is...dead" The sobbing tears and stressful cries distorted his voice. Tom shook and trembled, the phone shook, the insteadoness from the hands and nowhere to hide.
"Sir, an ambulance has been dispatched. "Can you check her pulse?"
"I did. She is not breathing!" Rogers examineed her as he tried to explain to the operator, palcing a finger on her pulse.
Sirens pulsated the earpiece pf the operator. "Ok. Your name please." The operator trained to take a calm slow montone approach and be patient to secure a life and death situation. Time spent calming an excited individual, prevented a desperate situation from getting out of control.
"Thomas Rogers...I am a ...my wife she isnt breathing. I repeat. She isn't breathing!" Thomas Rogers strained to remain calm. Pale white body and sleeping eyes stared back at him. Nothing could contain the unbelievable sight and enmotions. Rolling into his thoughts and crippled mind. Distant roar of sirens never registered and a dull pulsaing sound.
Within minutes the paramedics and police arrived and pounded on the door. "Open the door please."
Thomas Rogers dropped the phone and ran to unlock the door and swung it open. Struggling to get out of the way and lead paramedics toward the bedroom. "Hurry to the bedroom please!"
Paramedics rushed past him, knocking over a table. A voice called out instructions, relaying the stats out to a hospital. The mumblingand stumbling to get into position to help Sarah Rogers, sounded into a dull thunder, for the paramedics at work on Sarah rogers, who was unconscious in the thoughts of the paramedics. Preparing to revive the woman in the bed. One started CPR and the other continued to send vital signs to the hospital. The entire effort was a waste of time. She was dead.
Tom Rogers heard only silence. A grim reminder of the fate of Sarah Rogers, she had died. Yet, his hands trembled and he wished for a way to leave. No matter how many what ifs or wishes were on his mind. It was to late.
Police Officer Robert Smith became the guardian at the gate and stood in the doorway. Realiozed that Thomas Rogers was alone in the living room. No other people were around to explain the death of Sarah Rogers. It was to late to comfort the man. Patience allowed him to be polite and observe Tom Rogers. Picking up a few bits of information from his actions and emotions.
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