I was falling, and falling fast. I couldn’t remember how I got to be falling, all I knew was that there was eventually going to be some kind of ground soon, and I wasn’t looking forward to it. It’s like nothing existed up until this point and I woke up, free falling in the air at an impossibly high distance. I tried to think of the best way to situate my body so the impact didn’t kill me. Should I go into a ball? Should I just stretch in a sort of belly flop position? As I try to remember what to do in this sort of situation-even though I don't really understand it myself-I realize I don’t remember anything, who I am, what my was name, why am I falling from this seemingly endless sky with no hopes of stopping?
The cold air stings my body, and my hair was lashes at my face. I can feel the beginning of panic churning in my stomach.
What the hell happened to me? I think.
I try to think up situations which me falling though the s