I was falling, falling, falling. Like it was never ending. Darkness. No ounce of light. But shadows surrounding and engulfing me. I couldn't see anything. Was this a dream? I kept falling, that it felt like I was no longer falling but floating. Was I dead? I couldn't hear anything but my own voice. Why couldn't I stop falling? When would I land? Is there even land anymore? I finally gave up of keeping track of what time, noises, and shadows that were going on. I finally let myself relax, closed my eyes, accepted the cold, lonely, darkness. And drifted off.