As the sun sets, my eyes open. I've always been an early riser, up at the crack of dawn. THe only difference since my death is that now, I'm up at the crack of dusk. I like that, gives me a little more time.I try to see each night as a fresh set of possibilities, rather than another night of meaningless undeath.

Tonight, though, something feels different. Wrong, and badly so. Almost instinctively, my hands fly to my neck, feeling for it.

Gone.

Where is it?

WHERE IS IT?!
WHERE'S MY FUCKING SOUL?!!!