Very Short Story - To Fall

I fell over earlier this week. Therefore this stream of consciousness ramble seemed an appropriate choice!

To Fall

What is falling?

Is it the tumble, the lurch, the stagger, the stumble, the clumsy plunge earthwards with the mocking laughter of most witnesses ringing in your ears? Or the exhilaration of the dive, the rush of air past a body tumbling, with less control but more intent towards a death so certain but for a gathering of fabric released by a single yank on a cord? Is it the lurch in your stomach as only a quick grasp of a banister prevents a bruising bounce down a flight of stairs? Is it that bizarre sensation in the back of your mind as your gaze over a towering edge and just for an instant, you feel the urge to leap and fall forever?

Is that falling?

Or is it that scary/peaceful instant on the edge of sleep when you finally let go of consciousness and slip into your dreams? Is it the nod of your eyelids after a long day that steals great chunks of whatever unfortunate programme you happen to be watching? Is it hidden in the crystal silver sparks that surge across your eyes the moment before you plunge into the strange technicolour land of a faint?

Is that what it means to fall?

Or it is the way all the world falls away when you look in his eyes? The way that all thoughts that might have previously troubled your brain tumble into nothingness? Is it the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing hitches, the cascade of your heartbeat when he smiles? Is it knowing you would take all other kinds of fall and more just to drop into his arms? 

How do you fall so far so fast?

Only you can know.

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