When I Moved Upstairs

...It was like a scene in a movie when the girl has a nightmare. She locks

her knees, pushes out her elbows, opens up her eyes and screams. Only

I had no knees and no elbows. My eyes were blank, and my scream was

silent. Thats when I knew I was dead.

I looked down from where I hovered and saw myself, a clear overall

view. I looked pretty bad, really messed up and surprised to be lying,

twisted like a pretzel, in a pile of twigs and dirty slush. Bare trees, etched

black against a dark gray sky, shivered above my body. They looked cold

and bare. I looked cold and half-bare...