I sit at the edge of my bed. At first, I tap my foot impatiently, then relax and start to yawn. I look around, I can feel her coming. The anticipation is exciting, but excitement drives her away, so I do my best to restrain myself.
Time is passing slowly, seconds start to feel like hours, there is absolutely nothing to do and I am so desperate that I start considering doing something useful. I have hit rock bottom, so finally, she materializes.
A middle-aged woman, wearing grey robes, and a grey face, and grey hair. Her eyes are empty, her movements lifeless, she never smiles.
I take my knife out:
"Shall we dance My Lady?"
She screams.
I grin.