Untitled Pt.1

Willie stared down at the rubble and wreckage pensively. Contemplating the feeling he had just experienced. It had been the strangest thing. One minute he had been appraising the house that his bank had just recently repossessed and all of a sudden, one rather startling whooshing sound later, he was no more, corporeally speaking.
"I think I just might be dead" he thought to himself, feeling nothing but confusion.
He stood their watching a team of firefighters shift through the rubble, waiting, feeling quite like a small boy on Christmas eager to see whether or not his parents had actually listened to him for once and gotten him the video game he wanted or simply more socks. Willie unfortunately got socks. Upon the discovery of his body by the rescue teams he didn't feel sad or melancholic, just more disappointment. While he had no desire for a video game to be discovered beneath the rubble, he much would have preferred socks to the sight of his mangled, broken, lifeless body. Willie sighed deeply. Socks would have been less of a let down.
Feeling uncomfortably too much like Patrick Swayze, Willie slowly walked away from the scene of his death. He had not been a very large or impressive man in his mortality. And the shimmering image that seemed to now define his existence paralleled his physical features pre-mortum. Average height and the most noticeably inconspicuous looks imaginable. He stood walked down the charcol black street shiny with moisture, in what appeared to be the same sports jacket that had been on sale at Kohl's and the seem cheesy tie that he sometimes liked to pretend brought him good luck. This was just an excuse to wear such a cheesy tie though. He noted sadly that a faint drizzly happened to be falling from the sky and, try as he might, he could not feel it. Willie looked out at the suburban landscape that surrounded him, the rose beds were plastic and the cars cardboard. The houses peered back at him, made of only straw and sticks.
Overall, death was disappointing.