We Wake Up in Freefall

The sensation of the wind rushing through the surface of your body awakens you from your blissful slumber. The friction of molecules circulating through the atmosphere, a friction your ears register as a whistling noise, disturbs you from your sleep.

Your dream was one of comfort, of everything going along with your desire. When you want something, you get it, or your get someone else to acquire it for you. A dream of total omnipotence. The mood is one of contentedness, of a feeling that "nothing gets better than this".

After some time, an event shatters this normalcy. It doesn't matter what kind of event it is. This will be the dagger that punctures your everyday life. This event is the scissor that tears apart the veil of illusion that has covered you for so long. A wake-up call.

Your eyes open, finally. The sensation of the wind, the friction of molecules, and the palpitations of your heart. Nothing could've prepared you for this. The things you see, once the veil is lifted, becomes triggers of nausea. Everything is rotten, everything is falling, everyone is alone.

At first, you don't know what to do. You look around. What surrounds you is the fading blue of the air, slowly being replaced by the noxious gray of chimneys and machinery. Who surrounds you are other people, some with their eyes open, but most of them are asleep (or trying to get back to sleep?).

You look around, and your eyes lock on to someone else's. You share the same fear, the same predicament, as them. Slowly, you try to approach them, until you and them gained enough distance to hold hands. To feel each other.

Nobody alone is truly alone. Nobody alone will spend their lives in solitude.

You hang onto each other.