We were lying in bed, fast asleep at night with our backs facing each other,” started Peter, wanting to narrate exactly what happened to his wife. “That is how we usually sleep since we’ve been married for 12 years,” he continued, not wanting to spare any details. “Suddenly, I heard her make a grunting sound that partly woke me up, and I, in my deep sleep, simply thought she was snoring, so I kicked her to keep her quiet. And usually this works!” he explained, giving me an insight into the dynamics of their relationship. “But the sound continued, so I turned around to pinch her nose and found that my hand was wet. I immediately turned the light on and saw her frothing at the mouth. Her eyes had rolled up and she was breathing heavily,” he gestured with animated hands, “and then the breathing stopped!” 

I nodded, listening patiently. “I tried to wake her up, but there was no response. I didn’t know what was happening. I called my kids from the bedroom next to ours and she didn’t wake up to their calls either. She was dead, we thought. The three of us were simply holding hands and crying profusely, saying our final prayer…” he trailed off. I nearly sported a ridiculously goofy smile on my face. I could afford to grin because his wife was sitting right next to him in perfect health, while he was narrating something that happened two weeks ago.