Falling

You’re falling.
You don’t mind because there are firefighters under you
with a big, soft blanket ready to catch you.
So you took that leap off of the skyscraper.
Halfway down, you glance below and realize all that’s under you is cold, hard, concrete.
You want to stop, to turn around, go back to the top of the building,
but it’s too late. You’re falling…
...And there’s no one there to save you.