I Don't Know How to Make You Understand

As he slept or sleep walked, his hands had done terrible deeds. They shredded the pillows and clawed the family portraits to ribbons. Adam's hands were twitching still. He tried to fix whatever his hands had broken but they locked down like a vice. The next few moments were a blur. There was a knock at the door. It was the neighbor tom who rushed over to find out what was happening. Then tom looked up to see susan and the kids scrambling down the stairs. And adam, one last time, tried to intervene. As if presenting an offering the thumb of each hand was twitching.Adam lay on the floor. He was bleeding from the mouth.