Falling

You’re falling

And falling

And falling

And falling

The air brushes past you

It whips your long hair around you face

Or maybe you have short hair, in which case

The wind pulls at it and stretches your skin

Your clothes flap against your body

Your arms look for something to hold

The black tarmac slowly approaches

You brace yourself for the impact

Blood is rushing through your veins

It throbs in your head

You panic as you fall

And fall

And fall

And fall

You see the yellow stripes along the road

The orange cones set around a wreck

Three

Two

One

Impact

You jolt awake in your bed

Your hand grasps at your heaving chest

You swear that you felt it when you hit the ground

But the pain had lasted but  a moment, or was it ever there?

You look around the familiar surroundings of the room you grew up in

You realize that you aren't falling

And falling

And falling

And falling