Creative Writing: Falling

Turbulence hits the plane I’m riding at. Panicking people are all over my surroundings. While me, I’m not into reality yet. The pilot said it will be dangerous if we will stay longer in the plane. We need to use parachutes to get down. Unfortunately, there were too many people rode in this plane. Parachutes are not sufficient for all of the people inside this ravaging plane. Any moment it will break down. I was not on the right mind, I jumped. 

Feels like I’m in the cloud nine. I don’t care for anyone anymore. I closed my eyes. Cherishing the tenderness of the clouds. The clouds are wooshing to my face and it feels light. I’m in a rapid fall. I don’t feel scared at all, in fact, this is exciting. I’m really not on the right mind. I’m going to die already yet I’m still thinking about these clouds touching my face. Afterward, I can’t feel the sweet touch of clouds anymore. I opened my eyes and I see those infrastructures on their miniature form. I’m flying. 

Any moment, I would fall to the ground. I spread my arms like wings. So this is the feeling of flying. The sense of freedom is all I can feel. Ironic huh. Freedom feeling eventually I would be dead. The buildings start to grow bigger and closer. Maybe I’m only 1 kilometer ahead from the ground. But as I observe to where I’m heading to, I saw blue. Blue? Why blue?. Oh! Ocean. I’m falling down to the ocean. 1 meter more. Then I splash to the water. The hard splash of water welcomes me. I feel nothing.