Wondering Imagination

Dark Grey Mist

I leaned against the railing, gazing at the rocks below me.
I imagined falling.

I imagined how terrified I would be, sputtering and gasping for air... But that's only if I evaded the jagged rocks the foamy waves crashed into.

I reversed my necks posture staring up into the dark grey clouds that showered me, I wondered what it would be like to blast towards them and fly amongst the clouds, "It'd be wet" I thought.
"my clothes would drench and weigh me down."

I clenched my eyelids, concentrated on the heavy, icy droplets assaulting my face.
I opened my eyes and my arms sprung out from my sides like a Buzz Lightyear action figure's wings before I took off, up, up and up into the dark and grey mist.

I was right, it was much worse, I was saturated.

I could feel the collecting water beginning to drag me back down, no matter how hard I tried to resist, eventually I gave up. It was awfully lonely up there and I couldn't see a thing.
I wanted to be with the fishes.