Just then, my pen woke up. I got hold of it, putting the notebook I had finished the night before next to me on the bed. My table was quite small and getting myself in a comfortable position for writing proved tricky. I rolled out the toilet paper. I placed the end on the table in front of me, keeping the rest of the roll on my lap with great care, as it was very thin. I was ready to start my writing.
”Are we picking up where we left it last night?” the candle asked.
”We are indeed!” I nodded in warm agreement.
”My dear master, I’d like to ask you a favour; please utter the words for me as you write them down. I am dying to know what you are writing about!” she asked in such an endearing voice that I could never refuse her. ”I watched your enthusiasm as you were writing last night. Your
