Death, a temporary stupor, a mass of emotions, of thought, of irrelevant thnigs. The dreams, of angels, and music, food so rich, fruit so ripe, love so available, for all. Then the fall, like an angel, turned, from light to dark, the life falls from the body, the body becomes lifeless, dark, and surrounded. Souls scream, demons fly, viewing their territory. Satan running, chaos erupting, darkness enveloping. Then, the sleeper awakens.