My door slowly opened, in the middle of the night.
With silent footsteps she entered and looked at me.
Her face was funny, much different than what I remember,
Her eyes showed sorrow, her nose was crooked and now she stooped.
Walking in sloppily, she laughed.
Her hand raised towards me, she said,
“I have come to take you with me, come. Lets go.”
“My time hasn’t come yet. You go ahead, I will join you when its the right time.”
She leaped towards me with such a speed that I woke up with a start.
She hasn’t visited me again.