I sit staring at the ceiling. Death will arrive shortly. I have no fear though. It just means something great. The birth of a new being. Not mentally. The same soul/spirit just in a new body. I lay my head. Close my eyes. And get ripped from my former vessel. 

 My eyes open. A twitching nose in my face. I am a baby mouse. No memory of the past. But I will enjoy the future when I decide to be Wiccan for yet another time in my "life".  The aspect of a new life is great and fresh!