..To die is to wait ... and wait ... and wait in a place with no exits, no windows, and no light. In the place of the dead there was no sound, no sens...tions, and no comfort. I lived a victim of my thoughts, and they tortured me with second guesses, failed hopes, and tired dreams.I was truly and completely dead when my soul accelerated toward...What???The first thing I felt was ... hot. My body – I suddenly knew I had one – was hot. It was terribly hot and I needed rescue from the heat that. ‘Oh, come on,’ I said, ‘that’s so easy. That’s the ship number of the Starship Enterprise.’ ‘OK, I gave you an easy one, so one point for you. But, I’ll give you another point if you can tell me the full registry number and the number’s origin.’ ‘Um, er,’ I stammered. For a pretty died-in-the-wool Star Trek fan I was a little embarrassed that I couldn’t remember it exactly. ‘I think it’s NCC-1701.’ ‘That’s right,’ she said quickly. ‘But I have no idea about the number,’ I confessed. Then I had. She was like a bright, vivid rainbow that I couldn't look away from. I knew I shouldn't. I knew that it wasn't "right" for me to feel that way about her. But I'd never really felt that way about anybody before. It felt good. It hurt. She noticed me a few times, gave me that demure smile, like she knew that I had been thinking about kissing that soft pale skin right below her earlobe. She even blushed, once. I spent the whole next week imagining that blush bloom across her bare chest. I. . she looks like a man with fake boobs. it's scary and ugly." says the other one. so i turned back around and said "excuse me?" and got right in one of their faces and threw the one who made the comment against the wall (with hardly any effort.) the one who hadn't said anything absolutely shit herself and bluntly says "it was all her. i didn't say anything." her friend grabbed her bag and ran out on her while the other one tried to the same. now at this point i was willing to let it go until.