Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right. 

Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched 

across the face with puppet strings holding each side up. My head fills with 

images of old horror films. A smile stretched across the face with puppet 

strings holding each side up. Severed limbs, headless torsos. Doesn't that 

ever wake you during the night? Demon shaded light tones tip toe around my 

comatose body. Disturbing tremors creep underneath skin layers. My eyes burn 

from the salt that was there. Just remember, the narrator's only there for 

advice.