Freefall by GretaSaraHampel
They say, during freefall, you're weightless. Nonsense. All I felt was the weight of my own life hanging in the balance as gravity took control.
In that descent, there was something divine - like a fallen angel, I glided downward.
The wind cut against my cheeks, roared in my ear.
I was spinning, completely tangled, desperately trying to hold on to a single position, tugging pleadingly at the ripcord.
The world truly looks insane when you know you're seeing it for the last time.
I was going to crash. So I closed eyes, and...
It was a dream. Or was it?