Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Not for the first time, I woke in the middle of the night. All was quiet, save that which was standing beside my bed. In the darkness, it was, as far as I could tell, a person. More accurately, a person shaped hole in the darkness, pitch black, but for a crown of ivy.

"So it's time, then."

"That would appear to be the case."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Probably, yes, I did promise," I said.

And indeed, I had. And in my dream I found a knife which I was sure I had not stashed among the covers, and I thrust out with it.

Of course, it wasn't that easy. Some things are harder to kill than others.