I woke up falling. Not falling from my bed but off a cliff. I’m screaming but I can’t seem to hear my own voice. I can see the rocks where I might hit and head and die from the sudden impact.
No. I don’t want to die—at least not yet.
I don’t want to live an unlived life. There are still a lot of things to see; many things to learn; many people to meet.
Now, I’m closer to the rocks. Perhaps, a few more seconds.
And everything turned red—red from my own blood. Continue reading