The Cliff.

The Cliff.

On the edge of a cliff,

looking down.

I can smell the salt in the air.

Waves crash below.

The only light is coming from the fog covered moon.

I slip.

Falling…

falling…

falling through the misty air.

Gaining speed.

I see all of their faces,

He.

She.

Them.

Ground getting closer now,

I can feel it in my stomach.

It churns.

Can’t fall forever.

Heart pounding in my ears.

I can feel myself starting to throw up.

I see the ground,

I close my eyes…

WHAM!

I wake up,

take a deep breath.

Piss.

Lay down.

I start to fall asleep.

Hoping, wishing, that I’m atop the cliff again.

Maybe this time I’ll...