In search of a quick snack, I went out to the kitchen in the half dark and cut a slice of bread. When I saw my plate in the light, I didn't really fancy it.*
And in bed later, I swear I could hear the scrape of the bread knife against the carpet as the tiny evil Bread Man pulled himself up, stair by creaky stair.
Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree!
*Unlike the time Johnny Cash, or possibly Beethoven, appeared on a corn fritter, which went down just fine.