I am in a friends house and staying the night. It is a large house with big grounds and expensive yet tastefull furnature. The room I am staying in has lots of dark wooden shelves and ahuge four poster bed. The covers are adeep rich red. I climb into bed and go to sleep. I wake up suddenly and death is stood on my bed looking a little bemused.
'hi can I help you' I said, I had no fear of him at all and I greeted him almost like an old friend.
'Um, I think I'm in the wrong place'
'Well I guess thats a good thing for me'
'This isn't even your house'
'I know, but I like it here' I explained. 'Its lovely, but I wouldn't want a house this big or fancy myself I'd begin to feel uncomfortable after a while'.
He agreed with a nod and told me he understood quite well but had to get going. Then filtered out of the room.


I woke up laughing!