Creeping into a room

Tonight, it was all so quiet. I could hear the wind. I could hear the dusty floor. Being careful not to arouse any suspicion, I took little steps. In the darkness, I could roughly make out the shape of the door. I reached out for the handle, and turned it. As the door opened, it creaked. A gust of cold air smashed into my face. There, on the bed before me. She slept, ever so peacefully. She slept with a little smile on her face. It was good, I thought. It is always good to leave this planet peacefully. The dagger shined against the light. The time has come.