You don't feel drowsy...yet your eyelids close and your head tilts back. A sudden wind sends leaves rushing into your bedroom, the candle extinguished. You fall back and are startled when you don't feel your bed beneath you: instead you keep falling. Your eyes dart open but you see nothing. It's pitch black. You can't tell if you're falling or floating or if you can feel anything at all.

This is no dream.

Death itself could not feel this still, this empty. Your body is no part of you: you have become but a naked spirit, divorced at last from all physical constraints. Yet you want to thrash, to feel, to scream -- and you cannot. So you wait.