Zeke couldn’t stand the day. It was the worst every time. “At least it’s only one day,” his mom always said, but still she complained when she lost her sight, her hearing … whatever might happen. She just couldn’t let him complain no matter what the cause. Midnight struck and he lay awake. Thankfully, his sight didn’t go. His alarm clock ticked in the corner so it wasn’t his ears either. He got up, heading to the kitchen to check if it was his sense of taste. On the way, he passed his mother’s room. She wasn’t there. Oh, he’d lost his sixth sense. He’d see his dear departed mother again tomorrow.