I wasn't lying very comfortable on the chair, so I woke up early, and watched the sun rise. It was quiet and peaceful. Frank was lying next to me, he breathed calmly and looked okay. The wounds in his chest had closed, and suddenly I realised that the bloodstains on his shirt were telling a very clear story.

And he also had some holes in it. I started to undress him and took the shirt outside, and threw them in the bushes. In our excitement, we tossed your shirt out the window and the wind must've blown it away, Frank. That's real love!

A lonesome man with his dog walked by and tried not to look at me in the car. I gave Frank a push to see if he would wake up, but he only sighed and licked his lips. Half an hour later I tried again, and slowly he started to wake up. He rubbed his eyes, but suddenly stopped moving.

“Hey, Frank, goodmorning.” I wanted to push away his hands, to kiss him, but with a fierce look in his eyes, he grabbed my wrists.
“What did you do last night?” He said through clenched teeth.
“I made love to you, sweetheart.” I answered.
“Maybe so, but after that? You shot me, you bitch!” Shocked, I moved away from him.
“Why would you say that, Frank? Of course I would never do something like that. It's not nice of you to think that.” Very real looking ears started running down my cheeks.
“I know it, we wrestled with the gun and then you hit me in the face. And then you shot me twice. You monster woman.”
“No, no!” I shouted. “I don't even have a gun. You must've dreamed it, Frank. Don't think of me like that.” I tried to grab his chin and make him look into my eyes but he slapped me.
“Let me see your purse then. If there's no gun in there, you've got nothing to fear.”
“You don't trust me.” I whispered. “I don't want you to search my purse. It's a sign that you're delusional and I don't want to go along with that.” I took my purse and held it close to me.
“I need to see it, I need to see that you're not a killer, Mandy. I'm sure you shot me, because a dream feels different.”
“Be real, Frank. Look at yourself, do you have shotgun wounds? Are you in pain?” Now he stared me in the eyes and his cheeks turned red.
“No, I don't. But... but... I know something strange is going on.” His eyes were looking outside the windows, but I knew he was seeing something else. “Lately, you've been acting weird, and I've got the feeling that I'm missing parts of my life. Evenings are gone, sometimes parts of the day. It doesn't make sense, I guess, but now I'm sure. Like my shirt, where is it?”
“We tore it apart when we made love, and threw it outside.” I answered, maybe too quickly?
“I don't remember that, Mandy? How come you know that, and I don't? Things are not the way they should be. I need to know! Give me you bag!”

He reached out, but I turned away. Frank pulled my arm and I jumped out of the car.
“Help me get my sense of reality back, Mandy.” Frank climbed out the car too. He layed his hands on the roof and looked at me pleadingly. “If you show me your purse, I'll know I'm not crazy. Don't you want to help me with that?"