The feeling of air blowing past my face is nice. The clouds are under me and the endless sky above. I am flying. Flying over my town. I tilt my head up and see my wings. They are white. The same shade as my dress. I slow down so that I can take it all in. I turn my body towards my neighborhood and flap my wings harder. I see my house about a half of a mile away. When I reach it I circle around it once and fly straight over it. I circle once more but this time when I fly over my wings retract. I am falling. Falling down. Towards the roof of my home. I break through the roof and fall into my house. I expect to hit the hardwood floor and brace myself for the pain. But when I land, I hit the hard surface of water. My house is filled with it. I'm slowly letting myself sink and blowing bubbles out of my nose. I will run out of air soon. I turn my head and see the curtains ruffling. I am getting light headed and my lungs burn. I need to breathe. I need air.
When I can't bear the pain any longer I suck in a deep breath.
That's when everything goes black.
