[ WP ] You 're in bed with a terrible cold when you look up to see Death sitting in chair on the other side of the room . He is reading a thick book when he looks up and says , `` Do n't worry . Take your time . I just started this ... . ''

`` I do n't understand.'' he mumbled as he stared at the robed figure seated in the corner. George had gone to sleep early the night before when he felt a fever coming. It seemed that the Nyquil was making him see things. `` I knew I should have just gone to sleep and not eat churros and BBQ sauce.'' 
 
 As George began to roll out of bed, the robed figure began chuckling to himself. George froze. This was no hallucination. He turned and stared at the corner as his eyes got used to the darkness. He slowly realized that it was no mere stranger in his room, it was Death itself. 
 
 Death was sitting in George's favorite chair reading a very thick book. George could n't move, could n't breathe. What should he do? Should he run? Talk to Death? Go back to sleep and hope that he wakes up in the morning? 
 
 While George's mind raced, it was Death that broke the silence. `` This book is very amusing. Never have I seen a writer that takes away life as indiscriminately as myself. I ca n't even pick a favorite because they die off so easily.'' 
 
 Death continued reading as George began trembling, his heart pounding through his shirt. It felt like his life was escaping with every jagged breath. He was about to faint when Death looked up at him. 
 
 `` Now George, I'm not here for you just yet. Do n't worry about that. I just started this.'' he said as he showed me how far in the book he had read. `` Take your time George. Even though the rest of the world wo n't be able to wait, you and I have all the time in the world.'' Death smiled at me. `` *Valar morghulis* George, but I decide when.'' 
 

