Falling

falling through the sky from 10,000 feet.
no sense of direction, strapped down to a seat.
dangerously spinning, I see the swirl,
of clouds, and birds on my descending twirl.

air is rushing past, face is getting cold.
then i see the ground of green and gold.
pain. fear. increasing dread.
searing through my body and into my head.

a tear in the bonds that strap me down,
out just in time to hit the ground.
then there was silence. no pain, no sound.

i bolt upright,
pickup my blanket,
and climb back up to the top of my bunk.