As I open my eyes slowly, very slowly,

I feel like an Infant.

I feel small and insignificant,

And all I see is gray.

It appears that I am color-blind,

And perhaps I am.

After all, infants are.

But I only begin to panic because,

I don't know how I got here.

But I am falling.

And falling fast,

So fast that I can hear the wind rushing past my wee little ears.

And then I start to see buildings.

Tall buildings.

Skyscrapers even.

One of which, I most likely fell off of.

Or jumped off of.

And suddenly,

The sky is baby-blue, and the skyscrapers are forest-green and dark-blue in places.

And I feel...

Older.

I feel like I could simply get up and walk,

And I wish for having something underneath me to walk on,

More than anything in the world.

As I fall, I seem to be gaining teeth.

They seem to grow in as fast as the speed of light,

And soon,

 I have almost all of them.

And then I start developing,

And I feel more mature,

Like I could scale one of the skyscrapers that are staring me in the face.

I feel free.

The air around me is thin, but I still manage to gulp down a few breaths.

And soon the skyscrapers turn into trees,

And trees turn into small,

Run-in-the-mill stores that sell anything from shoes,

To hamburgers,

To hand gliders.

Oh how I wish I had one of those right now.

A few more moments pass,

And I feel as if I could get a job somewhere,

If I get done falling, that is.

And suddenly I feel worn,

And I start to feel my skin shriveling up.

And my teeth spring from my mouth,

Until I am only left with about ten.

Is this my future?

My future that will come to pass when I am done with my fall?

I have no idea,

But what I want to know more than anything is,

How am I aging?

When all I am is falling?

It is a mystery that I hope to find out,

If I don't die when I am done with my fall.

Soon I am only about twenty feet off of the ground,

And I feel the ground rushing up to greet me.

And the sky turns from baby-blue to pinkish orange to midnight black,

And to baby-blue again.

And I can practically feel the ground coming.

I want to stop it, but have no way to.

So I simply let myself fall.

And then it all fades.

And all that is there is light.

Suddenly I know what light it is.

The lights of the heavens.

Which means I'm dead,

And I did not survive my perilous fall.

But I am no way at peace.

For I still do not know how I started to fall in the first place.