The boy began walking, what looked like toward me.  I tried to move but couldn’t, I was tied down or something.  I tried again, still nothing.  He was getting closer, I was getting frantic.  I don’t want to get in his way, and he might know I’m here if he moves through me.  He stopped short of me set down a plate of bacon next to me.  This boy was hungry, but what happened to the ham sandwich?  I couldn’t see it, anymore, had he eaten it already?  All of a sudden I felt something touch my head.  It felt like some one was opening my mouth, I tried to speak but all that came out was aaahgaahaglaallagah.  Suddenly I felt this excruciating pain in my mouth “OUCH” I tried to say but nothing came out.  It tastes like bacon, and it’s very HOT. 

              The pain was slowly going away, the heat slowly getting colder, I taste cheese too, like Swiss, oh the taste of Swiss, you could never forget that taste.  The boy was looking at me, why?  Could he see me?  Why had I tasted bacon, and cheese?  I could see the boys hands move toward me all the sudden I felt a touch on my sides, I was being moved, what was happening to me?  Is it the boy?  He knows I’m here.  I was being pulled up to his face, he waved me by his nose as if he were smelling me.  What was he doing?  How could he have seen me to pick me up?  How could he have picked me up, I have no physical form?  Now he is smelling me.  This kid was weird, why would he pick me up and smell me.  He then set me down and walked to the fridge I could barley see inside but he pulled out a soda, then he picked me up again and walked into the living room, he flipped on the television set and sat down, things were starting to become more clear, I had been placed in a body of some sort, I still couldn’t put my finger on it just yet.