It was yet another miserable summer night with humidity so high it nearly dripped off the walls, and Sonja lay there sweltering in the heat, tossing and turning, and trying to get some sleep. The slow moving ceiling fan barely stirred the air. Eventually she succumbed to exhaustion and drifted into heavy slumber, then awoke with a start when the ceiling light suddenly came on and the fan blades begin to spin at a wild rate of speed. The hair on Sonja's arms stood up and she experienced a flash of fear, but the cool breeze felt so wonderful she didn't care how or why; she just smiled, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. They found her body there in bed, still smiling; no signs of fowl play, cause of death never determined.