Flight

By Quinn Shelley

When I woke up, it was an extremely bright day out. It was really windy, even though I was indoors. The wind carried me out of my house, and I started going far away from my home. I was taken away to somewhere that I had never been before. It sparkled with sunlight, and someone was cheerfully singing in the background. The wind continued to carry me through a field, with the smell of nature in the air. I could feel the wind flowing around me, for some reason it tasted like cherries. But then I started to fall. Everything turned darker. I fell closer and closer to the ground. And then I woke up. “Thank god, it was just a dream.” I looked around, and it was an extremely bright day out. And, as I slowly realized, with a tang of deja vu, that it was really windy, even though I was indoors.