Eyes wide shut

The shredded pieces of glass suddenly scattered before the woman landing over them. In her bloodshot eyes, the time has stopped, and that horrified face will now accompany her even after death. Red, sticky blood swallowed her rich, colorful hair and painted the glass pieces one by one until they hit the edge of a military boot. A man leaned slightly over her. He stared at her with large, calm eyes through the black strands blocking his image. He blinked twice before passing his utterly white hand over her eyes to close them. A flaming light, a thud, two gunfires ... and everything got black. *** The black hair strands covered his clenched eyes entirely. A violent twitch made them open up in a flash and stare at the old lady in front of them for about three long seconds until their owner was able to recognize the aircraft he boarded just a couple of hours ago. "Are you alright?" the woman asked the tall, handsome man looking at her. His almond eyes clenched one last time as he nodded. "Yes..yes thank you" he mostly mumbled then slowly got up with a short bow.  He wobbled through the narrow space until he reached the white toilet door; took a discreet long breath and pushed its handle without haste. He entered its small place to stare at the mirror, the door closing behind him mostly on her own.  It was the second time in less than an hour when he's had this dream... he couldn't remember how long it was since he started having it. It was always the same: the glass shredding in thousands of pieces, the blood touching his boot, his hand closing that woman's eyes. His eyes clenched once again, hoping to chase away those images, but they came back even more powerful. Before he knew it, a soft shiver took over his body. He quickly grabbed the small sink when his feet were about to leave him too. Even though he was quite a tall man, he somehow managed to curl up in between the toilet seat and the small sink thanks to his slender figure. The dark brown eyes lost their focus and almost started following the trembling in his head, but quickly covered them both with the bridge of his palms. Yet again, the blood swallowing his black boots made him release them in a flash. He violently blinked several times until the image of the white door came back. He took out a small Marlboro pack from his chest pocket with shaking hands and emptied its contents on the floor to search with the tip of his fingers for something else inside on its bottom end. After a short shivery finger-fight, he took out two small pills glued together with some white tape. A sudden knock on the door sent new shivers all over his body. "Hello... could you hurry up please?" a female voice could be heard from behind the door. Without thinking it twice, he swallowed both of the pills closing his eyes. Everything turned quiet in his head. He could now only hear the woman behind the toilet door trying to calm down a whining boy. The white door opened making the woman's words to hung aimlessly in the air. She was mesmerized by those lively, dark brown eyes staring at her and she almost lost her ability to spell words when those rosy, full lips smiled at her asking for forgiveness and inviting her and her impatient kid to pass by him. The little boy did so, hurrying to the toilet seat, lowering his pants while his mother eye-followed the tall, well-fit man, gently walking back to his seat as if he was actually floating on white, puffy clouds. "MOM!!" the little boy chased away the fairy tale. "Close that door!" he shouted standing butt-naked in front of the toilet seat. "Are you..." the old lady was about to ask if he was feeling better when she felt her flight partner approaching, but her words remained unspoken. The man smiled at her so brightly that she instantly turned herself into one big smile too. "I'm truly sorry" he started "I was having a really bad dream about this flight crashing" he spoke in the deepest, sexiest voice, but keeping on the prettiest smile. There were about another 5 hours he'd be spending on this flight, so he thought he might at least try to make them pass by a little faster, without allowing that horrifying dream to come back. The plan was simple: he started talking with his old flight partner feeling better and better about the decision to leave Korea and get back to his second home, this unknown country in Europe. Right now his perfectly proportioned face presented the best and warmest smile, even though his mind was still blurry and incomprehensible. He was still picturing his wife packing a big suitcase, carrying it down the stairs, crying and shouting words that he couldn't hear because of the old lady's chattering... With his smile still painted on, he just kept nodding to approve and support the lady's speech through several interjections that were repeated from time to time but all he truly wanted was to understand the reason why he was felt alone after 16 years of marriage, and even more so without any word whatsoever... One dark thought lead to another and the horrified, stiff eyes popped to his mind... For more than two weeks now, he desperately wanted to understand what was that dream that was hunting him over and over again... who was that woman... he needed to forget her terrified eyes... As far as he could remember he never did something out of the ordinary... merely he could've been a role model for his students, but nothing more...   ***