Fire burst in my belly, the need to feed a ravenous entity of its own, separate from my body or control. The hungry creature led me down the gravel alley between the backs of sleeping houses, guided by the smells and sounds of an oblivious backyard barbecue.

Nothing competes with the visceral shock that initially courses through me when I take over someone else's body. Well, it's the borrowed body that experiences the shock.

The sensation of having my feet firmly on the ground, legs locked straight and strong, yet completely unable to move them is both alarming and comforting.

Choking and sputtering, my consciousness returned me to a dark room where the only light trickled in from an unseen source in the open adjoining bathroom.

Clueless in those final moments, I stood over you, watching the same stars you had fallen asleep under.

Basket rhythmically knocking against my leg, I meandered from the picked-over butcher display to the frozen dinner aisle.