Your Falling Dream

You feel the wind whistling in your ears, your hair is being swirled around your face like a wild tornado.
You feel strangely relaxed, as if you don't have a care in the world.
Bird's fly past and ask where you're heading.
You reply with a simple nod and they seem to understand.
Your ice cream starts to melt and you lick it with pleasure, taking in the deliciously chocolaty flavor.

Your face forms into an expression of absolute satisfaction.
The sand between your toes is an indescribable feeling that you long for day after day.
The beach you are walking on is strangely quiet.
The gentle hum of the rolling waves is a sound that could easily send you to sleep at night, the spray giving you a feeling of contentment.
You stare at the road before you.

It shimmers and swirls in the blistering heat and slight moisture in the air.
You walk up the enormous steps of the airplane with a feeling of discomfort.
You ask the lioness in the seat next to you whether she is looking forward to the flight, and the look she gives you is all you need to understand.
You move around in slow figure eights.

The blades of your ice skates cut through the cold, hard ice.
Taking too sharp a turn you fall to the ground.
You are not badly injured but, you walk off the ice with a newly formed feeling of resentment for ice skating.
You feel the intense heat of the sun burning your back, and look around for a source of shade.

Spying a maple tree you saunter over and lie down.
You hear some running water in the distance and go to investigate.
On the edge of the waterfall you ask a giraffe the temperature of the water, and with the single nod he gives you, you know what you must do.
Without another word, you fall.