So, last night I woke up in a cold sweat. It's been a long time since I've seen them, but they are still there . . . one with hair as white as snow, the other with hair as black as coal. The Black and White Sisters chase me in my dreams. The dream is always the same. I'm in a hospital or clinic. A nurse in a white uniform sits beside me and rubs my forearm. Her face is blurry. A second nurse comes in and is also fuzzy. Except one thing. Under her nurse’s cap I can see a thick pile of stark white hair. A surge of fear jolts through me! I grab the sitting nurse’s cap and yank it off. A tumble of coal-black hair falls to the woman’s shoulders. I scream as the dark-haired nurse squeezes my arm so tightly that blue marks puddle around her fingers.The white-haired nurse pulls a shining scalpel from the cart behind her and moves toward me . . . I panic as she comes closer to my arm with the shining blade . . . I scream one last time,“No!” But, no words come out. No sound at all. And then I wake up. Back in my rented room in Mrs. Bumble's house. Safe and sound. Until tomorrow night anyway.