The wind whistles past my ears. The breeze cools my moist face. Like a bullet, I glide through the air. The world surrounds me on all sides. Buildings and skyscrapers rise and fall as they clutter the ground below. The sensation of flying tightens my stomach. Adrenaline surges through my euphoric veins. Weaving around the buildings, exhilaration fills my lungs.
Placing my hands at my sides, I accelerate my speed. The adrenaline flows faster and my stomach squeezes tighter. I climb higher, rising above civilization. A chill tickles my skin and burns my core. As the icy numbness spreads through my body, I slow my speed and plummet back to the Earth.
A light pierces my closed eyelids. I blink away the sleep and confusion. I am motionless in my bed. The feeling of flying evaporates away, but the sensation of falling still lingers. A memory of movement lulling me to sleep, surfaces from the confusion.
Where am I? The thought swirls through my awakening reverie. Familiar images and sounds dance through the room. My fingers entwine in the sheets until the feeling of falling subsides. I am once again aware of the flying sensation.
I shove the blankets away in hopes of reclaiming my senses. I slide my feet and let them dangle toward the floor. Slowly, ever so slowly I lift my head upright. No dizziness clutters my brain. No spots flicker around my eyes.
Why am I still moving? Clarity escapes my grasp. Wisps of ideas begin to form. Below the soft, plush carpet, my feet are aware of a hard, steel floor. The window on the wall beacons me.
As I lean out the window, a steep hill fades away into the scenery. A loud, familiar Choo Choo echoes through the air, piercing the depths of reality.
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