A talk with death

"Wake up, woman!"The earth dropped away in a whirl of colour and I tumbled through a blanket of clouds. Only darkness remained.I jolted up and stared into my dark bedroom, “Stupid dream, waking me up like this!”A soft voice said, "Hello."I sang, "My name is Elder Price," because ever since seeing The Book of Mormon in the theatre, that song played in my head when someone said hello."How droll."That didn't sound like my husband. I clasped my hands around the blanket, cold sweat on my brow.I muttered, "Get a grip, Jo! You're still dreaming!"I slowly moved my left arm, and turned on the light.“Hello!”I blinked.On my husband's pillow sat a gothic doll. It wore a black robe and a pointy hat. Its large ears spread out like wings.I rubbed my eyes and wondered if it was normal to have ears like that.And then it dawned on me. I whispered, "An Elf?"The elf shrugged, and smiled with shiny black teeth, "Of a sort."I closed my eyes tight andopened them again slowly.The elf waved at me. I said, "Am…