The Night Agitates, Henri Michaux

"Suddenly, the windowpane in the peaceful room shows a stain. The duvet at that moment utters a cry, a shriek and a start; then blood flows. The sheets become damp, everything gets wet. The wardrobe opens violently; a dead man emerges and collapses. Certainly, this is not pleasant. But it is a pleasure to hit a weasel. Well, then you have to nail it to a piano. It is absolutely necessary. After that, you leave. You can also nail it to a vase. But it's difficult. The vase doesn't resist it. It's difficult. It's a shame. One flap overwhelms the other and doesn't let go. The wardrobe door has closed again. We then flee, thousands of us flee. From all sides, swimming; so many of us were there! Star of white bodies, which always shines, shines..."