I'm falling, just falling. I don't reach out and I'm barely even awake. The air is rushing past me. My hair is flapping about in it. Oh yes, I'm falling fast. My eyes are closed like the ending of a novel. I stare at the insides of my eyelids. If I open them, I'll see the darkness. Its the stark nothingness that I'm scared of. I won't be able to see anything, no signs of the end, no sign of the beginning.

I feel a sudden jerk upon the hem of my clothes. Then warmth and softness against my cold fearful hands. I've stopped falling. My heart quivers with worry as my mind struggles to comprehend what is happening. I opened my eyes, there is nothing but black. My mouth opens but no sound comes out, not a breath, not a scream. The tears I cry linger around my blinded eyes. I can feel their wetness clinging to my eyelashes. I blink and blink and blink...

Light. Such bright light. It floods into my pupils, their unexpected use sends a stinging sensation into my head. My tears left my eyelashes. I can feel them tumble like little rocks down the curves of my cheeks as I choke out a cry. Sounds come back to me, my ears are full of sweet whispers. The warmth upon my palms intensifies and I feel fingers cradle my own. I curl my tired digits around these strangers. A gratifying peace falls upon my stunted breath, calmness seeps through my aching body.

Faces appear. No, only a face appears, a single person. A saviour that has pulled me from the plummet. His smile pulls at my heartstrings and my sorrow is waning away. I cling onto the hand that hold my own. My tear stained face stretches, my mouth forms words as I look out at this wonder...
"I don't want to fall again."