Yesterday, I died.

It wasn't one of those beautiful ones or the terribly tragic. I didn't die during my sleep in my lover's arms because I didn't have one. And I didn't die in the hospital with something like terminal cancer because I was never sick. The thing was, I just died.

It was spontaneous and unexpected. Even I didn't see it coming. It was as if my life was a DVD and Fate had the remote controller to the plasma screen TV that was playing my motion picture. Instead of letting the entire movie play out, Fate decided to hit stop seventeen minutes into the movie and quit on it; quit on me.

The funny part: someone else decided to put me back in the player and press play.

You're probably thinking, "What does she mean by dead?" I'll tell you what I mean.

When I died, I was very much alive. I was still breathing. What was me that died was a previous girl named Dahlia Presley. But I'm no longer her. Now...I'm Dannon Price. And you can bet I'm making this DVD worth while.