Overlooking the majestic cliff.
Clear as day, the ocean is vast.
Saltiness fills the air, burning my nostrils. The taste ligering on my tongue, drying up my throat.
It doesn't hurt me. It calms my entire being.
Can you get seasick from above?
Seaweeds and splashes, down below.
Who am I.
Do I care?
Fearless and free.
Wait. I am flying. Soaring through the sky. I laugh internally. Am I a bird, maybe a plane?
Wait. Something is wrong.
I am not moving forward, but down.
Happiness turns to horror. What is happening?
I am falling.
Don't let me die.
Closer to the rock hard sea surface.
Inches from the end.
I close my eyes.
Jump. Heart beating fast. Am I dead.
I open my eyes.
My bedroom ceiling stares back at me, and mocks me. "You really thought you could fly?"