In the World's Eyes
I wasn’t scared.
Everyone’s biggest fear is falling through the sky. Nightmares have proved that time and time again.
But I wasn’t scared.
There was a comforting feeling that no matter what happened right now, I would be safe.
And things did begin to happen.
I saw a rainbow stretch out above me, reaching into the dark voids above.
I saw numerous graves fly by, stitched on to the surface of a cloud.
Graves? I wasn’t going to die, was I?
As if sensing my confusion, the old man appeared next to me in the air.
“You have a question?” he asked.
“I thought the clouds were the present, not the future?” I said to the old man beside me.
“They are. Have you ever acknowledged that every second of your life, someone on this planet dies?
This silenced me as I watched the present, embroidered like a tapestry across the endless stretch of clouds, fly by my eyes.
And much too soon, the ground slowly became visible underneath my falling body.