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. That's 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...