One Hot Afternoon Nap

I went to sleep in the middle of the afternoon to the sound of her 

voice singing to me. I could feel the heat growing as the fan

recycled the hot air. A helicopter was outside combing the
neighborhood looking for a man they would find locked in
someone's home. When the police finally cornered him he emerged
from the house with a woman in her mid-40's in his arms. Guns
were drawn, shots were fired. A few bullets hit him in his extremities
while another pierced the flesh just below his heart. The fatal shot
blew off a chunk of his skull and brain matter. She was never quite
the same after that afternoon. Covered in blood and brains she had
been grazed in the leg by one of the officer's bullets, but otherwise
physically unharmed. The story would later make the rounds of the
local news affiliates. When I woke up the shooting had passed.
The afternoon was still hot as police taped up the crime scene. At
least one person would have that afternoon forever seared into memory.