Falling

Last night I dreamed that I was falling without a parachute, and you where falling beside me with one. In this scenario I spread my body out wide and flat to slow down, but I knew what would happen no matter how slowly I fell. You were smiling and falling, laughing at this great adventure. It felt so real the wind speeding past howling and whistling in my ear and as I saw the Earth growing from a marble to a vast blue ocean near a tiny island I knew that even if I survived the fall I would never be found for no matter how close I aimed I would be miles from shore. I remembered my cliff diving experiences and kept my legs straight and my elbows tucked to hit the water that I knew would feel like concrete. It was only after my fall and I felt like my legs shattered and the icy hard water encompassed me that I wondered would I be food for sharks first or drowning since I was mere miles away from shore. But it might as well have been days. I thought about how to swim while expelling the least energy and risk of hypothermia. I saw the water lap around my face and then-I woke up. I then thought about how I could have asked you for help, fearlessly falling on a great skydiving adventure while I plunged to my doom. We were both falling but one in joy and the other terror. One protected by a strong thin nylon bag that would slow your fall and keep you safe. I thought about how one of us should have wrapped her arms around the other and held on. But no one did. Sometimes I wonder not if someone can save me, but if we will. If someone is to proud to ask for help and the other to happy to notice the person falling right beside them.