I’d almost reached my destination when something snapped and I began to fall
backwards, not unlike a wounded bird falling from the sky. I was falling faster.
I imagined the sounds a ghost would make as it fell and realized that I was
nearing the bottom. I startled awake in bed, my breath caught in my throat.
*small thing I wrote for another story that didn't really fit in with the rest of it.
*small thing I wrote for another story that didn't really fit in with the rest of it.