If, perhaps, I threw myself into this pit, I would hit the bottom faster. I would find out if I could survive the fall. I would get the fall out of the way, and I wouldn't have to question any more.
But I prefer falling with my balloons. I prefer trying to fall more slowly. I flap my arms. I tear at the walls. I spread my legs to press against the sides of the pit, and try desperately to slow my fall.
When I reach the bottom, I will be out of breath, sweaty, and tired.
With my bad luck, the pit is only four feet deep.
What could have taken me seconds will now take me months.
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You need a friend with rocket boots.
ReplyDeleteI would prefer falling more slowly, also. But then again, I'm scared of heights.
I'm trying to fall as slowly as possible. Good idea? Probably not.
ReplyDeleteHmm. Are you falling for or falling from? Does it matter?
ReplyDeleteGood word, Janelle. I think it doesn't matter. It ends with the same crushing depth.
ReplyDeleteI'll go get you a scuba suit.
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