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?